Dealing With Concussions

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On Christmas Day we arrived at my sister Micheles house with the Vini-Man loaded with presents for all the cousins. The kids ran around in their pajamas taking them off throughout the day to plunge into the hot tub and then dive into the snow. It was a wonderful family day until Michele came back from a walk completely disoriented. Her dog,?Loki, one of my best animal pals (named after the God of Mischief), had?ran at her knocking?her feet out from underneath?and she landed on her head.

In a high anxiety state she placed her head in her hands and sat on the steps in front of the wood stove. The children all gathered around her in deep concern. Testing her memory, she pointed to each child and told them their names. We all tried to stay?calm asking?her questions to get a measure of how much she had forgotten. Was it just today or a lifetime of memories gone? Placing?her on the couch we?sat with her for four hours answering her questions. Devon, the oldest of all the grandchildren, remarked on how we were living the same five minutes over and over again. How did it happen? When did it happen? Did I get sick? Did Loki know that he had hurt me? Is this a bad concussion?

When the anxiety started to subside, the humor set in?and when she asked for the umpteenth time,?How did it happen, or did I already ask you that? I feel like Im having a dj vu, I agreed that it was a dj vu kind of day?tentatively asking?if she knew that Devon was a ski racer? She looked at me as if I was crazy. Of course she did. She also knew how to add doubles, until Thumper?got too high with the equations, but that was normal math confusion. She knew all of our ages except hers, but that was normal denial. We would get all excited that her anxiety had subsided and hazy memories were returning when she would have a relapse and forget everything.

To mix things up a bit we brought?her opened Christmas gifts and she would relive them all over again. ooooh, she’d exclaim, blue goggles, cool. Did I see these already? I like this shirt, it looks like something I would buy for myself, did I say that already? Devon and I would glance at each other and smile. Thumper?wasnt sure if it was funny or not and kept dropping himself into her lap. Nikki sweetly would question her mommy?and?India was quiet. At one point Michele looked at Hootie-Hoo?and said, your so little, who are you. There was silence, slight laughter and than concern until Michele laughed and said she was just kidding.

When I said we needed to cancel her sledding party scheduled for the next day she exclaimed, I was having a party? That sounds like so much fun. We finally went home to give her some rest. The comments about missing a fun party followed us out the door. Was I having a great party tomorrow? I cant believe we are not going to have that great party!

I went to sleep laughing and concerned that things could worsen.? How thankful we all are that she did not get sick. Michele is not allowed to scare us like that. She is too adored by everyone. I am thankful that we only got a warning this time. If only I could keep all of my loved ones protected by a big invisible shield.

Michele Photographer Jumping

 

 

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