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I am concussed. Today wasn't a great day. Besides being a payday, nothing really went as planned. The pools we had were high maintenance, which isn't unusual, but it was unusual how bad they were today. At one pool we had to move 15 40 lbs bags of salt up a hill. That's 600 lbs of salt dumped into a pool. Doug was a champ and carried most of the bags. The other pool from hell took an hour and we did not even finish servicing it. The pool has an outrageous amount of algae growing (maybe my bad on that one...). The real kicker is we checked it last Saturday and it was golden. Today also marks the first time I made a big oopsie. I added way too much chlorine to a spa, due to very poor listening skills on my behalf, and we had to pump the water out and refill the spa. Really not that big of a deal, but a pretty significant mistake none the less.

So after work Doug and I went to East Hampton to play a little pick up Ultimate. I was having a good time until Doug put up a huck that I ran for, laid out for, didn't catch, tried to mark the thrower, and then after that is a fog because...I got a minor concussion. Woo. Hoo. It was really an interesting feeling. My head's pretty much back to normal now, but from what I do remember the moments following were very spotty. I remember telling the guy, who essentially punched me in the face, that I was alright and continued to play. But my stream of consciousness wasn't very constant, and I began to notice people who I didn't remember being there before. I also remember thinking, "I think I have a minor concussion." After the next point I sat down and began to quiz myself about recent events, where I was, etc. Before I knew it the lights went out in the park and Doug and I were on our way back to Shelter Island. Along with the minor concussion my frenulum (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frenulum) on the lower part of my mouth snapped. Shucks.

Best wishes,
Vinh