Okay so there are no hand grenades in this story, but it makes a good title, no?
First of all, Happy New Year! I hope you have all had a wonderful holiday season so far. Although I’d said I would be a bit absentee from the blog over the holidays, I didn’t mean to disappear altogether. But fate decided to make an appearance.
On the night of the solstice, December 21st, I had a friend and her young son over to celebrate with dinner, a fire, lots of candles, a few glasses of wine (for the grownups) and general merriment. She stayed with the kids while I took Rocky for a walk in an open field near our house. I took a flashlight. Flashlights make Rocky manic, so I try not to use it too often, but I did that night. I must have been looking for him in the dark, and I assume he ran into me head-on.
I remember almost nothing of the following six hours, including the walk home, a trip to the ER, a CT scan and the fact that my husband, after talking to me, flew home from a business trip in Phoenix a day early. Even when I did, “come to,” I asked many of the same questions over and over again, not remembering either the answer or the fact that I’d just asked the same question. At about 3:00 in the morning, I asked my husband, “If I can’t remember anything, why did the hospital send me home?” My husband responded, “Because you were asking too many questions.” At last, a laugh!
I spent the entire next day in bed, confused, disoriented and scared. Luckily, also mostly asleep. I ached everywhere and found I had sprained my knee and twisted my shoulder somehow. My chest and ribs hurt. My brain felt too big for my skull. Basically, it felt like the aftermath of a high-intensity workout and a terrible hangover combined.
Long story short, after a trip to a neurologist and a craniosacral therapist, I was on the road to recovery. I am feeling much better now, if not 100 percent. What took the longest to come back was the ability to read and write, which I’m sure you can imagine, was terrifying for me. My life’s bread, butter and chocolate – not only gone but also not even appealing. (If I normally comment on your blog and you haven’t heard from me in a while, now you know why.) Writing these words today feels like the best possible way to celebrate the new year.
I have missed a couple of Gratitude Sundays, so let me just say I’m grateful that my injuries were not worse and that I can expect to fully recover. I am grateful for my friend who took care of me, called my mother, wrote up a timeline of events (which turned out to be immensely helpful) and spent the night at my house so my mom could take me to the hospital. I am beyond grateful for my incredible family and their support, not just during this time but at all times. I am grateful for the peaceful and joyous Christmas we celebrated, and that my stepmother was able to join us for the first time. I am grateful for the fabulous food we’ve eaten over the holidays and that we finally, FINALLY got some snow. I am grateful for all of my friends, both real-life and virtual. I am grateful that I get to look forward to another year of doing what I love.
Happiest and healthiest of New Years’ to you and yours!
What of the dog, you ask? Well, I’m pretty sure he was trying to protect me from the evil “flashlight-from-the-devil.” He would never, ever hurt anyone by choice. Besides, how could you stay mad at a face like this?Dogs, Family, Friendship, Gratitude Sunday, Holidays, Writing · Tags: Dogs, Family, Friends, Friendship, Head Injuries, Holidays, New Year's, Rocky