Flat Out

A few days ago I drove to Dorset, a distance of about 200 miles from us. Whilst there I was hit sharply on the head by a caravan door which knocked me to the floor! Surprisingly I survived and drove back again. 
Went to bed last night and couldn't lift my head this morning, seems I have:-
1) A brain tumour, or
2) The signs of a stroke (I can smell toast)!, or
3) Been exposed to a night time draught, and
4) A crick in the neck! :-))))
I think it's definitely a brain tumour, as I haven't yet worked out this week's mono Monday challenge, so here is my entry ...faceless, obscure, gormless, help...... 
:-)