Hard Headed

Despite my sunny disposition and having the ability to let things roll off my back, there is a dark side of me that lies deep within. Not where I tell it like it is and can be blunt in sensitive situations, no not that. Dig deeper and you'll find, if the right button is pushed, a much more willful and stubborn person emerges.

I have been known and called a hard headed woman at times.

Stay with me and here and allow me to share a story.

Our school year is coming to a close. We had our last day with the preschoolers and we already prepared the classroom for summer cleaning. So to stay busy, we've been tidying up closets and organizing equipment.

Next on the list was the bike shed. It's were we keep our outdoor activities such as the tricycles, the wagon, sidewalk chalk and bubbles.

I had the custodian get me the shop vac and unlock the shed for me. I pulled out all the play toys and started vacuuming. The only place left to clean was underneath an old tether ball  pole. As I was moving it out of the way it bumped into a board that was propped against the wall, which in turn, landed smack dab on top of my head.

Crap! OK that's not what I actually said but you get the idea. I put my hand on my head and next thing I know, it's covered in blood.

Ahh, I'm ticked because I don't have time for an injury. The elementary students will be headed for recess soon and I wanted to get things cleaned up and put away before they came out.

I took my bloody self into the restroom and sure enough my at the hairline of my forehead was a split which was bleeding like a son of a gun.

A few wet paper towels later and one on my head I went back outside. With one hand holding a paper towel in place, I used the other to finish the job.

My coworker found me in the shed and said, "Oh there you are, I was wondering where you went."
Then realized I was holding my head, she continued and said, "Why are you holding your head?"

I told her my little accident story and she quickly took a look at my wound and told me I needed a stitch or two.

Forget that, I wasn't going anywhere until this shed was finished and besides, there wasn't time to go to the hospital. I have family coming into town for my son's college graduation and stitches didn't fit into the plan.

She also informed me I needed to fill out an accident form. So after helping me with the shed, we went to the office. By this time the bleeding had stopped....sorta.

My coworker cleaned the wound. Using an old nurses trick, she tied an emergency knot with my hair to secure the split.

 There you have it, I'm as good as new. With that being said, I left work early, not to go to the doctors but to prepare for the arriving family.

I guess what I'm asking here is, if a blunt force trauma to the head couldn't knock some sense into me me I don't know what can, or perhaps, it just goes to show what everyone has been saying for years...I really am  hard headed after all!