In a sudden burst of energy, I decided to vacuum at 9 p.m. I was still strung out on Benadryl, cayenne pepper, Theraflu, and various other stuff designed to rid myself of the evil that is this cold.
My house is a little crowded these days. Which makes walking around difficult, never mind vacuuming! What came over me?!?
In a slo-mo-Rube-Goldberg-esque sequence, the vacuum got hung on a dining room chair, and flipped it over, knocking into a very heavy, and very unstable (it had a rough childhood), floor lamp, which then conked me right in the back of the head.
I saw stars.
Proving once more that housework is bad for you.
Thanks for all your kind comments. Sorry if I infected you. I can indeed recommend the cayenne-pepper gargle cure. It worked. Or else time and antibiotics worked. Take your pick!