Two weeks ago today was my accident. Since then, I have been what you might call lying low. I’m still doing the concussion-avoidant things I’m supposed to be doing, which is steering clear of computer screens, the television, reading, and a lot of sunlight. In short, I am a vampire, if vampires listened to audiobooks a lot.
I’m still making myself drive somewhere every day; yesterday I went grocery shopping at a store 7 miles away, as opposed to the store that’s less than half a mile from me, just so that I would force myself to drive. I am nervous as a cat on the road. Every time I’m at a stoplight and see a car coming up behind me I’m like “slow down slow down slow down slow down slow down.” I’ve also been trying to stop near a driveway so that if I see some car careening toward me I can just turn into the driveway really fast. PTSD is fun.
But being in my house all the time is sort of interesting. This house gets so much light during the day. I’ve never really sat around here and appreciated the way the light streams into my house.
Nor have I taken time to listen to how many birds are singing in my backyard. Milhous would love to have all of their songs deep inside of him.
Meanwhile, I have now listened to two audiobooks in their entirety and I started Dave Ramsey’s Total Money Makeover. I know faithful reader Tee will be excited about this fact. I am halfway through baby step one, Tee. Also, Tee, thank you for the cute get well card, which just came out Get Eel and it’s mistakes like that that make me want to look at a computer screen when I’m not supposed to.
Tomorrow afternoon I return to the doctor to see if I have the go-ahead to return to work. I think she will probably say I can, although it’s hard to know if you’re OK if you’re not doing the things that are supposed to give you a headache.
Meanwhile, of course they found more stuff wrong with my car so I still don’t have that back.
I guess I will go return to my fourth audiobook. I paused Dave Ramsey until I got to baby step step two, so now I’ve started another fiction book. If I could do any physical activity I would be painting walls or Marie Kondo-ing my house or something, but I cannot.
I guess that’s all I have to report to you from here, and I suppose my concussion life is not that interesting to report on. I’ll write you again when I have a life.