Ever since they cut my head open and told me not to do anything stupid to it

[snarp]

I react nervously to high winds, because I worry that a branch will fall on my head.

Relatedly, my hair has grown back enough that you can't see the incision, but there's gotten to be a dent in my temple. I first noticed it maybe a couple of weeks after the surgery, but it's gotten deeper; apparently this is muscle atrophy and normal. It's only barely visible, but I think I need to come up with an untruthful explanation for its presence anyway. Swordfight doesn't really make sense, so I guess it was a hammer fight?

(I would have appreciated it if they'd mentioned Head Cratering as a possibility at the hospital. When I first noticed it, I thought I'd somehow shoved the metal plate out of place.)

Unrelatedly, I guess I'm finally watching The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi? Kyon kind of sucks.

Comments

[sophisted]

Aw, I love Kyon. Maybe he'll grow on you as the reasons for everything starts coming to light? Are you watching it chronological or canon order?

How about

[(Anonymous)]

You were the subject of a forced trepanation wrought by a mad (or possibly just rogue) scientist intent upon sealing the vast mental potential stored within your brain, lest your wrath be unleashed upon the hordes of the unthinking and discourteous.

[ajnabieh]

I have a metal plate in my leg, after they thought the best way to repair a crack between two screws was JUST TO CUT THEM OUT AND LEAVE A HOLE THERE, WHO GAVE YOU MEDICAL DEGREES, GENIUSES. Anyway. After the surgery for the plate, I threw a clot and had a pulminary embolism, which left me slightly paranoid as you could imagine.

Like a year later, I was sitting in my cold dorm room, idly running my hand down my leg. And then: SHEER TERROR. There was a spot on my leg that was COLD. REALLY COLD. It was really cold and I could feel something raised there and OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I'VE THROWN ANOTHER CLOT I'M GOING TO DIE RIGHT HERE and that was when I realized it was my plate. Which was metal, and right beneath the surface of the skin, and therefore colder than my body because the room was cold.

That was fun.

I won't tell you what happened when I got the cyst on my ankle. It involved making my best friend sleep in my twin bed with me in case I died in the night.

maybe you were fighting a hammerhead shark? with a hammer? and it got the hammer away from you?