Ouch, my head!
I was mopping the floor in the projection booth today. (Something that should be done every Sunday, but isn't). And I bent down to mop and caught my head on the corner of a box that is on the wall.
I hit it hard and it sent me reeling. When I had recovered my senses, I felt my head. It didn't hurt but it was wet. 'Oh, its bleeding a bit', I say to myself. Then, as I feel the blood run down my face, 'Oh shit!'
I call manager J and supervisor M (who was a midwife in a past career). The take me to the office and clean me up and bandage my head. I am given strict instuctions to let them know if I feel dizzy, sick or have blurred vision.
I go back to the booth and get on with showing films, wearing a fetching bandage for the rest of the day. Fortunately I am not concussed, just bloody.
I was mopping the floor in the projection booth today. (Something that should be done every Sunday, but isn't). And I bent down to mop and caught my head on the corner of a box that is on the wall.
I hit it hard and it sent me reeling. When I had recovered my senses, I felt my head. It didn't hurt but it was wet. 'Oh, its bleeding a bit', I say to myself. Then, as I feel the blood run down my face, 'Oh shit!'
I call manager J and supervisor M (who was a midwife in a past career). The take me to the office and clean me up and bandage my head. I am given strict instuctions to let them know if I feel dizzy, sick or have blurred vision.
I go back to the booth and get on with showing films, wearing a fetching bandage for the rest of the day. Fortunately I am not concussed, just bloody.
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