The Concussion From Hell or why I couldn't listen to music for a week.

I fell. It hurt. A lot. My boyfriend works for a company that shovels the path ways and side walks at a nursing home. This is a rather large nursing home that's run by retired nuns and I believe there's a school on the grounds as well. I've worked with him once before but we only got a few inches so it was a short night. Usually there's a plow truck driver and two shovelers on at a time. Since I've been spending the weekends at his house his boss said that I could work with him if he worked on the weekends. The pays good and it's extra time with my boyfriend so I jumped at the offer. Basically you get called in when the snow starts to accumulate and you walk around keeping the sidewalks clean and listen to your ipod.
At 5 am on February 21st (forgot what holiday it was but I had that Monday off from my regular job) we got called in. I was ready to go, ipod and shovel in hand and a big bottle of Mountain Dew to sustain me until our shift was over. We weren't even there for twenty minutes before I fell. My boyfriend was just about to turn around to warn me about the ice when I hit a patch covered by fresh snow. I went down hard on my back and smacked my head and that's the last thing I remember. My boyfriend says I seemed fine after that, I was talking, I knew everyone's names, where I was etc. They stationed me on one side of the building and went on their way, my boyfriend came to check on me when he was done with his side and says only a patch of my side was done and I was no where in site. When we finally found each other I told him that I didn't know what was going on and he knew something was wrong. Now I remember none of this what so ever, in fact I don't remember anything for three hours after I fell. My boyfriend says he took me back to his place to get a ride to the ER and I sat at the kitchen table and talked to his mom while he called my parents. She says that I would ask what happened, they would tell me and thirty seconds later I'd ask what happened again. This went on for three hours. I couldn't remember anything we did that weekend either, just remembered driving up to his house after work on Friday.
The first thing I remember is being wheeled to get a brain scan of some sort by a male nurse that was talking about playing games on his xbox. I was holding up my end of the conversation, I just don't remember much of it. They did a scan where I had to lay real still and I remember sneezing and being scolded and told to be still. Then I remember bits and pieces of other things like my parents walking in, his grandmother talking, and I remember that he never left my side except when they wouldn't let him go with my for the scan. I actually went home with him because we had plans with friends that night and he drove me home that night and stayed at my house for two days to make sure I was okay. I'm glad he did, it was comforting to have him there. Eventually the details of the weekend came back but the first three hours after falling are gone for good.
I was in quite a bit of pain, constant headache, my tailbone hurt and my ribs were killing me. Sneezing was torture and at one point I had the hiccups which was horrible. I couldn't bend down to pick things up or even sit up to get out of bed. The ribs still bother me and I still get small headaches but it's not bad. The worst part was I couldn't listen to music with out it being a horrific experience. I could if I kept the volume down but it was almost a whisper and I could barely hear it. Even a movie with the sound up hurt. It made my head feel like my brain was going to explode and ooze out my ears. I use music for everything, to sleep, to make a long car ride easier, while doing chores, even while playing video games on my laptop. I couldn't for a week. It was hell. Moral of the story, avoid ice at all costs if possible.