At the hospital yesterday, after the admitting nurse took my blood pressure, pulse and temperature (simultaneously!), she started in on the "head injury questions." Did I lose consciousness? (No.) Was I having any vision problems? (No.) Had I been...and then there was a look on her face like she realized mid-sentence how stupid the question was but couldn't stop herself from finishing it...wearing a helmet? Yeah, I'm the one they call Helmet Girl, jogging around the block with my bright pink helmet on. Children point and laugh at me, mothers hold their infants a little closer as I pass, men look at my wedding band and wonder who I think I'm fooling.
No, admitting nurse, I was not wearing a helmet. That's not, however, to say that there isn't a distinct possibility that I should have been wearing one.