Possible alien abduction.
Vic got a nasty little head injury yesterday.She called me at work, clearly distressed, saying that there was a lot of blood, and that she had no idea what had happened. It also rapidly became clear during the conversation that that wasn't the only thing she had no idea about: she had forgotten half of what had happened that morning. I called an ambulance and rushed home and we, yet again, spent the day in A&E. (No medical criticism of the Ulster Hospital for once — they were excellent, as were the 999 operator and the ambulance crew — though the receptionist's insistence that Vic definitely wasn't in the hospital some twenty minutes after the ambulance had brought her in was a tad annoying.)
Vic got three staples in her head to close the wound, and had a CT scan (because she's still on Warfarin). As her blood sugar stabilised and she calmed down, most of her memories came back — but not the memory of what actually happened. We finally headed home planning to check all the house's likely sharp edges for signs of blood.
Nothing. I have looked at every possible shelf and mantlepiece and vicious cupboard door and low doorway and everything in the house that could possibly be guilty of thwacking Vic so viciously in the head. Nothing has any blood on it, or clumps of hair, or anything.
We will probably never know what happened.
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