OK, maybe not a concussion, but a knot on the side of your head about the size of a fifty-cent piece.

First off …
Roxy Belle had an appointment with the groomer at 10:00. 
Here she is before, all shaggy and eye-less.

Here she is after … Oh wait, she looks exactly the same.

I showed up at the groomer for my 10:00 appointment and waited until 10:15 for the owner to show up and open the pet shop, only for him to say the groomer wouldn’t be in that day, and they had tried to call me and cancel. Great.
I lead Roxy Belle back to the truck.
I open the door with a little more force than I should have (no, I wasn’t mad … I just don’t know my own strength) and as I’m bending down to lift Roxy Belle up into the seat, the door swings back and knocks me in the side of the head. I’m not talkin’ just a little bump. I’m talkin’ BANG into my head, on the side near my temple. (Sometimes I think I could have my own comedy sitcom, with all the clutzy, dumb stuff I do.)
Roxy Belle had already jumped up into the seat and I finally get my body in the seat, holding my head with my hand. I fully expected to see blood once I pulled my hand off my head. The door hit me hard, ya’ll. So hard, I cried in pain (all the way home). I sat there for a minute, just trying to get myself oriented again. My head began throbbing and hurting.
I called Beau and then realized I did not have the mental ability at this moment to talk and drive. I really needed to concentrate here. I finally made it home and put ice on my head. The area began to swell. I had a headache and was very sleepy.
No, I didn’t go to sleep. I still had things to do. After I sat for a while and got myself back together again, I decided I needed to finish up my errands.
I really needed to pick up some groceries. I rarely shop at Winn-Dixie, unless it’s just to pick up a few items, only because it is the closest store to my house. However, there was a really good sale and I had lots of matching coupons for the sale items. I gathered all my goods and headed to the check-out.
I loaded all my groceries on the belt and told the cashier I also had some coupons. There was another lady with her. I think she was like an assistant manager or something. She proceeds to tell me that she’s going to have to check all my coupons because they had an incident of some people using fraudulent coupons. OK, I’m fine with that. 
I let her look at them and told her the sites I had printed them from. She took FOREVER. I knew more about the prices of the items and the coupons than she did. She then tells me that she can’t take one of my coupons. I question her on this (head throbbing). She proceeds to get a little irritated. I tell her that if this is the way it’s going to be every time I come and try to use coupons, I’ll just shop at Albertson’s. Do you know what she tells me? She says, “Well, that’s fine. You can go rip them off.” EXCUSE ME! I tell her, that I’m not ripping anyone off because my coupons are legitimate and I’m going to call upper management at Winn-Dixie. She even tells me, “It’s only a dollar. Do you want me to give you a dollar out of my pocket?” I said, “You’re right it’s just a dollar, so there’s no reason why you shouldn’t take it.” To make a long story short, a manager who was obviously above her walked in while this was going on and told her to take the coupon. It was legitimate. The coupon was only for a dollar, but it was about principle at this point. I was fully prepared to return the item if she wasn’t going to take my coupon, just for principle’s sake. After all this, my total was still about $74.oo. If I were going to use fraudulent coupons, I sure would make it work better than this.
I get home and tell Beau the whole story and ask him if I should complain to Winn-Dixie or not. After we discuss it a while, he says, “You’re day’s just about to get a little worse.”
He shows me this. (Picture’s really bad.)

See that man in that picture, talking on the phone, and you can’t see it, but he has a huge smile on his face … that’s Beau. This is a speeding ticket. 
In our city, we have cameras that take pictures at stop lights. If you’re speeding, the camera takes a picture and sends you a ticket. This is Beau’s 2nd ticket. I’m not happy. Remember all this … stud no more. This puppy’s gonna be $75.oo.
After all this, I did do what you’re not supposed to do when you have a head injury. I tried to sleep. I wasn’t too successful.
Tuesday will be better.