I fell on the ice the other day. I lay there looking at the clouds above me for a few moments. It was calm, peaceful even, as I contemplated life after a bang on the backside of the head. I was rather annoyed that I had to get out of the truck in the first place; what should have been a 10 minute salting job for my two guys (and a little snooze for me) had turned into a half hour "shovel out what some other crew had missed" job. Slipping over and landing on my head was like the icing on the cake of a 23 hour shovelling shift.
Anyhow, laying there on my back I ran a brief self check to make sure I hadn't really hurt myself. Had I blacked out? Not that I could recall. Was I seeing stars? Nope, just clouds. Did I feel sick? Sure did, but 23 hours in the snow explained that. And as I got up, I thought to myself "Why am I still doing this job?" I guess the bang on the head must have made me smarter. Still, I was into work the next day, so I guess it wore off pretty soon.
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