Injured head

I've been going through my scrapbook crap recently and giving away the stuff I haven't touched in forever. My back is a bit injured right now from trying to move too much stuff by myself and so I've been a little more careful when standing, sitting, getting up etc., Or so I thought.

I was putting away some stuff in to this big cabinet we've decided to put in the living room. I stood up quickly and ended up hitting my head on a cabinet door that had swung open. Not just a little love tap either, it's a pretty big goose egg sized bump that started to bleed instantly. I immediately dropped back to the floor in a little ball of pain.

Zach rushed over to ask if I was okay. He pat patted my head, checked to see if it was bleeding and got me an icepack. Then he had a little conversation with me.

"Hey mom, you know what you need?"

"no (sniffle sniffle). what do I need Zach?"

"You need life alert mom. Because if I hadn't been here, you'd have been all alone on the floor with no one to get you an ice pack. Life alert is so easy to use and you would have just pushed one button and someone would come get you your ice pack."

It was really very difficult to not laugh as soon as he said "life alert." I think that perhaps someone has been watching a bit too much tv.