Jack recently shared with you about the frozen pot roast hitting me on top of the head. It did. It hurt like a friggen hammer to the head. I screamed, saw stars and cried like a little girl. Jack opened the freezer door and as had happened numerous times previously that darn roast fell; this time I was bent down putting water bottles in the fridge. I saw blackness and stars and knew instantly what had happened. I babied my goose egg for a few days.
What Jack didn't tell you was that a few days earlier he had hit his head and had a horrible gash the size of a 50 cent piece on the back of his head. I didn't even realize he had hurt himself until I saw the bloody silver hair. I wanted him to go to the hospital but he''s like, "No big deal. It'll be fine." He didn't mention it again. I could, of course, see his huge wound for many days. No complaints. Me, I whined for days about my little goose eggs.