aka how I got majorly fucked last night.
Had a fever for 5 days since the Patters trip. Swallowed 2 tylenols before going to bed to sweat it out. I did, but when I woke up later on I felt extremely sick, I assume from dehydration.
Get up to have some water and the next thing I hear is BANG! I open my eyes and a dear wife is standing above me. I'm like wtf and notice the blood all over the floor (poor quality pics were taken literally 5 minutes later around 3am). I touch the back of my head and there is a cut so fucking deep, it would make Nong Natt's clitoris jealous.
Off to the hospital ASAP. Wound all the way to the skull bones. Nurse recommends I stay for observation, but I have pressing matters to do at home plus I don't want to stay in uncomfortable hospital bed (Ram - not Bumrungrad). Take the CT scan instead (cheap! 7000b). No injuries to the head - released.
Funny fact:
My head doesn't hurt at all. Maybe just now a little when it's healing.
My right butt cheek, however, hurts like hell and I can barely walk or move my right leg. My left elbow is also somewhat busted.
I will have this scar for life. What heroic stories should I make up? Dropping down because of a flu just doesn't sound right.
I really could have croaked in Thailand and become another stat.
I still wonder what I hit my head against to have a cut like this. It wasn't the stairs.