yep, this was the "unfortunate encounter" that my head had with our kitchen floor. woke up, went to use the bathroom, thought the gauze should be changed, so i went to tell my mom (i was 14 when i got mine out) that i needed help. she took me back down to the kitchen. last thing i remember is feeling like i was getting one of those head rushes from standing up too fast. i went to grab onto the counter, and woke up a minute later laying on my back on the kitchen floor. apparently i fell face first toward the floor, but a cabinet was open, so i landed on that and it kind of rolled me over on my way to the floor. when i woke up, my mom was holding my head and FREAKING OUT. i was still so drugged up that i didn't feel the pain of the fall and just asked what happened, then had her get me back to the couch.
the lump on the back of my head from where i hit the floor stayed around for weeks.
