Concussion

Today was difficult on so many levels.  It started with me unable to wake up and take Miracle to the city for appointments.  I truly mean UNABLE.  Having a concussion stinks.  Having a third concussion before the first two heal is even worse.  I am struggling to concentrate, everything is blurry, and the only thing my brain wants to do is sleep.  Seriously.  Sleep.  I would do quite well existing like a newborn:  sleep, eat, repeat.  But I'm not a newborn.  I'm a mother.  And mothers have to function.  So today started out difficult.  

Then, when I could finally wake up, I had a headache that puts migraines to shame.  Trust me.  I know exactly what a migraine feels like.  A concussion headache is in it's own category and it is FAR WORSE than any migraine I have ever suffered from.  So, I had an unbearable headache with a distinct inability to focus my eyes or my mind and I had to DRIVE.  Because I am a mother and things needed to be done and Angelica was having an autistic moment so she couldn't do those things.  (That can be discussed in another post entirely.  One day.  Maybe.)  So I drove.  Not necessarily the best decision, but not sure I really had another option.  

After that I tried to rest, knowing Miracle was going to need me to drive her into the city later for the appointments that had to be rescheduled from morning.  But the little ones the girls babysit had arrived and there was no chance of sleep or even rest.  So I got up and interacted with the little ones.  Probably the best part of my day.  How can anyone have a bad day holding a 2 month old?  Or watching 1 and 2 year old children love on that baby?  Or seeing a 6 year old willingly clean up mess that smaller hands had made?  Or listening to a 7 year old patiently talk to little ones?  How could anyone have a bad day in the midst of that?(#10)  

And now?  Now I am left with an unyielding headache and an inability to fall asleep because my skin is hypersensitive to touch and everything feels like needles against my skin.  Air, clothes, hair, blankets.  EVERYTHING.  A million pinpricks making it impossible to rest even though by brain is threatening to shut down and force sleep.  Concussions stink.  

Our Grand Adventure - Day 31

I should begin this post by telling you all that I am typing this while sitting in a hotel room with my two girls....

Our day began as planned with final farewell hugs to my dad and heading toward Tulsa to visit my aunt.  About 20 minutes from our destination, we were rear ended by a truck.  The car is still able to be driven and all the lights technically work, but with them being so smashed up I am not sure they work well enough to be trusted at night.  The trunk may or may not open when we get home and if it does, I'm not sure it will ever close again but at least we are all OK.  After the stress of the accident, the time delay of filing the police report, and me not trusting the lights, I decided we wouldn't drive all the way home tonight so we reserved a hotel in KC and stopped there for the night.  WE ARE ALL OK. We are tired and sore but seem to be fine overall.  Tomorrow we head home on the final leg of Our Grand Adventure.