ouch!

Jason....in his attempt to turn off these lights last night.......hit his head on this rock sticking out of our fireplace...
...wound up passed out on the floor of our kitchen... (re-enactment below - he wasn't dressed nearly this nicely last night)...and now has this to show for it.

Scared the heck out of me!  A little after 11pm I hear Jason:  "Robin....Robin...I need you."  I wake up in a fog, walk into our living room where I find Jason lying on the couch.  I'm thinking, "What the heck does he want?  I'm sleeping.  He's just lying on the couch.  What does he want?"  I sit on the ottoman beside him and he proceeds to tell me the story.  He says he hits his head, walks into the bathroom to see that his head is bleeding, goes to the kitchen to get a rag to wet to place on his head and the next thing he knows he's looking up at the kitchen ceiling thinking "Where am I?"  

My mind proceeds to race wondering if he has a concussion...should we take him to the emergency room?  In my mind, he's going to wind up with amnesia.  I look up concussion stuff on the internet and ask him what year it is, who the President is, etc.  He tells me to ask him something hard.  I don't sleep well at all - I set my alarm for an hour to make sure he's still breathing.  

This morning I ask how he is and he says (with a smirk) "I'm fine.  What do you think I am...a wimp?  I'm strong like ox."  

Unfortunately he's fine.  He's not been humbled at all.