Relative Something

We were in the backyard playing with Asher off-leash on Monday. I had just returned from the health clinic in River Falls where I’d been given the second shot of a vaccine for shingles. I like to use my arms as much as possible after a shot to disperse the injection and reduce localized pain. Roughhousing with the canine was helpful right up until it wasn’t at all.

Asher was with Cyndie when her phone rang. I was downhill from them, sitting on the ground. As Cyndie answered the call, Asher suddenly bolted straight for me. I barely made it to my knees before he had closed the distance and he wasn’t slowing down. Unable to make a move to dodge 70 pounds of beast barreling toward me, I turned my head as Asher made impact.

The collision knocked off my prescription sunglasses, sent my hat flying, and threw me to the ground, face down with my head pointing downhill. I don’t remember dropping the gloves I was holding. I lay still for a while trying to establish my level of consciousness.

I wondered if Asher was okay and whether my ear was bleeding. It felt like my glasses had cut me. I decided Asher was okay because I suddenly became aware of him zooming faster than ever back and forth across my prone body with one of my gloves in his mouth like a prize.

Reaching for my ear, my hand came back dry, so, no cut. Cyndie missed witnessing the collision but soon after, deduced something had happened and walked over to me while continuing with her phone conversation. I wobbly made my way to my feet and sought to retrieve my glove from the dog who was masquerading as a freight train on amphetamines.

“I think he may have given me a concussion,” I said to Cyndie. Asher showed no sign of damage to his thick head. I was feeling tender behind my right ear, opening and closing my jaw several times in search of some kind of assessment of damages.

The collision brought on a headache that lasted for two days. By Tuesday morning it was becoming hard to tell whether my achiness was due to the shingles vaccine or the dog collision. It’s safe to assume it was both. I was beginning to hurt all over. It seemed logical to reduce my activity for a day or two, which worked well in conjunction with days of horrid air quality due to more wildfire smoke from Canada.

Yesterday afternoon, sleep beckoned and I succumbed to a heavy nap for more than an hour. Upon waking, it felt like I’d been knocked silly.

Because, well… yeah, I was.

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