Yikes! That took longer than I expected!

Wow...that was some recovery, vacation, and hiatus from life! Just as the doctor said  it would, it took me a week and a half to recover from my concussion. I thought he was crazy when he said it. So I followed through with all my plans. We were well into our vacation in the North Carolina mountains before my head stopped hurting. I tell you, the first morning I awoke without a headache, I felt like a new woman! Wish it had happened sooner so I could have truly enjoyed the Bele Chere festival.

As you can see, I still had fun.
Here I am with my BFF, Leslie.

 Here's a shot of our entire group...

(Man-cub is to my right;
Not-too-big-to-say-he-loves-me is in front of me;
The Princess is in the front row wearing the dress;
Hubby was taking the picture.)

Which begs the question...was this year's festival not as much fun as last year's because of the concussion...or was it all those kids? Next year, I'm hoping for no concussion and no kids!

After the festival, Not-to-big-to-say-he-loves-me went away for a week to Camp Rockmont, in Black Mountain, NC. This was his first camp experience. He loved it. Well, what boy wouldn't love all this...

The Lake. Do you see the Blob?

Belly Gusher

That's right...a zip line into the Lake!

Top bunk, Baby!

He's already making his plans for next year. Guess I'll start saving now.

So now, concussion is gone. Camp is over. We're all safely home in our house near the sea. Time to get back to every day. To prepare for the start of a new school year. To tackle this thing called life.

Some Days Just Don't Start Off Well

Saturday morning, I slept in a bit. When I finally rolled out of bed, the rest of the family was up and well in the midst of getting their day started. In fact, they were just sitting down to the breakfast Hubby had fixed. My puppy, Trouble Maker 2.0, was in his kennel in the garage so out I went to retrieve him. It was a jungle in there. I crouched to keep from hitting my head on the bike hanging from the ceiling and bam! I ran straight in to the end of the bar of Man-cub's weight bench! I hit hard. I saw stars! Shortly after making my way to the couch, I passed out.
I was nauseous and tired all day long. That night, I slept for 13 hours. Woke up nauseous and tired. Napped most of the day. Slept 12 hours that night. Monday morning, I finally went to the doctor. I really wanted to rule out bleeding on the brain or a skull fracture. After a CT scan, I was in the clear for both. I did have, according to the doc, a serious concussion. My symptoms may last a week or two.
He prescribed a med for the nausea (it may cause headaches) and a med for my headaches (it may cause nausea). I'm not sure how I'll know if either are working.
It is now Thursday, I'm not quite as tipsy as I had been. The best way to describe how I feel is that it's kinda like being wasted and hung over at the same time. The bumping into walls and the lack of memory has been somewhat humorous to my family. But I think the humor is wearing off and they're ready for the real me to come back. Me too. Cause I need to work on this...

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