Three weeks ago yesterday, when Tanner was on Day 3 of recovery from tonsil surgery, I had a ridiculous accident. I was vacuuming my living room, going way too fast apparently, and ran smack into our fireplace mantle. I knew it was bad right away and immediately was sick to my stomach, dizzy, and disoriented. Luckily Brian was there and got me into bed. We called my friend, Pam, who is an athletic trainer and is well versed on concussions, and got some advice. After resting for about 7 hours I was convinced by another friend to go visit the ER. I was supposed to go to the Dierks Bentley concert that night but clearly that was off the table, so instead of a fun night out with friends, I spent the evening at two different ERs.
After telling my ridiculously embarrassing story to the intake person, the nurse, and the doctor they determined I needed a CT scan and I was sent to the St. Luke's downtown. My mom brought me there and after a 2 hour wait, I finally got a room. I joked to my mom that if they were so concerned about my brain bleeding then wasn't there a chance that I could just die right there while waiting to see if I had a bleeding brain??? Crazy. So, after a few hours I told my story to their intake person, nurse, and doctor and finally got the scan. It all turned out fine: No brain bleed. The Doc gave me instructions for recovery including full brain rest (which is next to impossible) until the headache was gone. I figured a day or two. Yes, I know the doc said it could be weeks, but really, I was quite sure I'd be fine by Monday. Nope. I ended up working part time for the better part of 2 weeks and even after 3 weeks still have a headache by noon each day and am living on Advil.
My mom has been so helpful and has been taking Faith to gymnastics and making dinner, and taking the kids out of the house to allow me some quiet time in bed each day. Brian has had to take over most of the house and kid stuff, allowing me to get my job done each day and knowing that after that I am pretty much done. There's been lots of take out pizza for dinner and not a lot of "playing with mom" time for the kids. They have had to be really patient.
This experience has taught me a lot:
1. I am very lucky to be a healthy person most of the time and need to be grateful for that gift.
2. Concussions are very serious business.
3. Housework is dangerous
** No actual heads were harmed during this reenactment of the actual event. Although Brian's head came very close to being harmed when he suggested I reenact it for the camera :)
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