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Wednesday, September 11, 2013
In my mind
I'm basically scooping my daughter's homework deadline, but I just had to share her response to a school assignment to write a six-word memoir. After trying out a variety of ideas that played around with her connection between the imaginary and the real, she came up with the six words above, and had me take an accompanying photo. I love the dreamy, peaceful, joyous expression on her face. The saddle is from my own pony-owning era, with safety stirrups that I remember my Gramps, who loved horses too, insisted I use. We couldn't find a bridle with reins in the attic, so she's got a skipping rope instead. Hey, the imagination works wonders. Her little brother and sister have also been welcomed into this imaginary world and AppleApple happily responds to all requests to "go ride Nellie."
(As an aside, do you think you could write a six-word memoir? Could I? Maybe I will ask my students to try this exercise when we meet for the first time tomorrow.)
This is turning into Carrie's bad news bed bug and concussion blog, but I figured you might like an update on my head. I saw a sports medicine doctor today. If you've got a few minutes, take time to watch this surprisingly helpful and succinct video on concussions made by a doctor in Montreal. Unfortunately, I'm not even at step one of the steps to recovery: I'm still suffering symptoms even while at rest. But overall, I was relieved to know that I haven't done anything too terribly wrong, with the exception of going back on the field to play out the game in which I suffered the concussion. In retrospect, I realize I would never let one of my kids do that, but apparently my judgement wasn't the best following a blow to the head; and it's not a mistake I'll make twice. Otherwise, I've been properly conservative in my attempts to return to activity. I'm going to see a physio tomorrow, who also specializes in post-concussion syndrome, and will report anything of interest. Meanwhile, I need to be cautious even about my cognitive activities (argh!), which obviously take precedence over any exercise-related activities. The doctor's words that stick in my head are: "You will get out of shape. I know that's frustrating." I think my main goal for right now is to accept that, and be grateful for all that I can do in the weeks and months ahead.
For example, I recognize that I won't be able to race the Run for the Toad this year. It's not that I couldn't do it, rather that I would pay a very heavy price to complete it. Running seems to be a major symptom trigger. At this point, if I feel well enough, the doctor suggested an easy walk, and possibly an easy swim. But if I'm honest about how I'm feeling, even an easy walk hurts rather than helps right now. So does looking at my computer screen. Which means I'm signing off for now.
Thanks for all who have reached out to me recently with thoughtfulness and care!
I'm mother of four, writer, dreamer, planner, runner, teacher, photographer, taking time for a cup of coffee in front of this computer screen. My days are full, yet I keep asking: how can I fill them just a little bit more
-- with depth, with care, with pleasure.