|Sasha the Cat made sure I got some rest this week.|
- I have terrific friends who, even though I may not see that often, are more than happy to band together to show they care about me.
- Concussions are no laughing matter.
- It's not cool to not be able to trust your brain.
Overall the biggest thing this whole experience has taught me is that I just might be human. Breaking a limb, or needing stitches or anything like that is one thing; you know what it is, where you're at, and what to expect. Breaking your brain? Now that's scary. It's my whole livelihood! Heck, it's the thing that lets me be me. It kind of makes me feel, well, mortal. And it's not like I ever truly thought I was superhuman but I probably carried a little bit more of that youthful idea of invulnerability a little further in years than I should.
Hey, I'm not saying anyone should expect some huge change in behavior from me after this! But I may just be beginning to learn something in my old age.
And again, thanks to every single person (especially GalPal and Scott) who made an effort to look out for me. I truly, deeply appreciate it.
*Not really, but she has told me there's no way she's letting me not take it easy for a while.