As a friend told me about a week ago, “concussions are no joke.”
I had no idea how true this was, until I went sledding with my daughter last Tuesday. thinking she was injured at the bottom of a hill, I decided that the fastest way down was to roll. I expected soft-ish snow, though I could see the hill was actually kind of icy. I didn’t realize how hard ice could be, rolling down it.
I’ve spent the past week-plus with a concussion. On mental rest. Limited screen time (aiming for no screen time for the first few days), limited reading, limited thinking.
This is terribly frustrating to a writer, thinker, scholar, person-who-uses-her-brain-for-her-livelihood.
Like most people I’ve talked to since then, all I know of concussions comes from sports, usually pro-sports, and it seems that sports players are cleared for practice after a few days. Well, it’s been more than a few days, and if I do so much as read for twenty minutes, or use the computer for half that, or even write this post, I start to feel headachy and nauseous.
Since I can’t do much writing, yet, I’m keeping notes for what I want to work on as I improve, and I really (really) hope that will continue to happen.
The one possibly good thing is that it’s driven me to try to meditate, as a way of literally resting my brain, relaxing, breathing, focusing on something other than thinking.
In the meantime, be careful on the ice. Concussions are no joke.