Concussion Cupcakes

Its everybody's favorite joke:

"Meyr walks into a door.... ouch"

Anyone knowing me by any degree has probably heard this story to some extent. So, I bring you know by semi-popular demand: the whole story.

After graduating from High School my group of friends all pretty much chose colleges up and down the state of California, well everyone except my best friend Emma, she decided she wanted to go to school in New York-- and so she did. Over the summer before she left she had a Going Away Party. Since we both share a passion for decorating cupcakes-- she was the one that thought of and organized the decorating of 110 cupcakes to make a periodic table for my birthday (although she still has yet to email me the other pictures from that).

So, of course I volunteered (insisted) that I make her cupcakes. And so I did. She was having her party on Sunday so throughout the week I planned the design and I made sure I had everything I needed. On Friday I was going to do the baking and the basic frosting and Saturday the decorating.

It's Friday afternoon, I clean the kitchen up and start getting all my supplies ready. Hmm... I need ziplock bags. So I went to the laundry room where we have some shelving for spare things like ketchup, peanut butter, and ziplock bags. While I can't really remember why I needed them now, I grabbed several extra and while passing my bedroom  I stepped in the doorway to set several down on the foot of my bed. I turn and continue walking on my way to the Kitchen.

BAM! Doorframe. 

My whole head rattled with the impact. I staggered back and walked to the kitchen set the ziplock bags on the kitchen counter. At this point my brother hearing me walk into a door is wondering what happened. I explain to him that I must not have turned enough and walked straight into the door frame and hit my head and something about being glad about not breaking my glasses, in-between sobs. Let me tell you it was quite painful because unlike walking into the swinging door, the doorframe doesn't lose energy to that whole swinging thing-- it just hits you with all of that energy. So, at this point I'm sitting down, crying, laughing, hoping the pain will go away soon. My brother is quick to the computer to search for signs and sympthoms of a concussion and he continued to look after me and over me the rest of the weekend. After 20 minutes the pain subsides. And I actually manage to do the baking. However, now with a concussion, I had headaches, loss of focus, nausea, trouble sleeping and dizziness at different points throughout the weekend and a mean bruise that for once my inability to turn colors was a good thing. The cupcakes themselves also kept having difficulties throughout the rest of the weekend, like melting white chocolate letters, piping bag troubles and the fact that I wasn't able to stay for the actually party (I had to drop off the cupcakes and leave) because I was so nauseous. And pictures of the cupcakes... I have all of 3 because my memory card in my camera was corrupted. Its like they didn't want Emma to leave either.