Discovering the World, Moment to Moment — The Daily Show

I had an accident. I passed out, hit my head and it was lights out. The result was a wicked concussion and a bathroom that looked like a crime scene.   Apparently the head has a lot of little blood vessels and can gush more blood than Dexter Morgan’s kill room. My husband discovered the lovely splattered hemoglobin in the morning. Somehow I managed to crawl back to bed on my hands and knees, unaware of what was happening. The doctor called it "Retrograde Amnesia.” Even in my wonked out state, I thought: what a great name for a rock...