Not to be negative, but I’ve been thinking a fair amount about what I would do if I have another concussion/head injury/TBI. I live a pretty active live, after all, and the chances of me getting in a car accident or falling or getting hit in the head, are not miniscule. And considering that I’ve averaged a TBI every five years or so, since the age of three, the odds are in favor of me getting clunked in the head, sooner or later.
So, what then? What indeed… I have to admit, the prospect does put me off a bit. But at the same time, I actually feel like I’m prepared for it, if it comes. I know the tell-tale signs, I know the symptoms, I know the complications. And I also know how to handle them. I don’t always do a fantastic job of it, but I do handle them in my own way. I feel like I’m prepared for what might come not through any planning or intention, but almost dumb luck of just having to find out the hard way – trial and error. Lots of trials, lots of errors.
And I have to say, thanks to the school of hard knocks (Iiterally), I’ve learned a ton of useful things that I really do believe will help me, if ever I am concussed again. And that takes the pressure off. Because although I worry (not constantly, but pretty regularly) about the chance of getting hurt all over again, I do feel like I’m prepared. And I don’t have to be blindsided by my symptoms if and when they show up. I can keep an eye out for them, and should they appear, I know what to do for them above all, stay calm. Do my breathing exercises. Get physical exercise. Rest well. Track my symptoms and address them as they come up. And let my brain rest. Do lots of that.
Speaking of rest, I should do that now. I’ve had a really active day, back from some time away from home, just as the autumn yardwork season is picking up. I worked my ass off today working out the frustrations from work and the office and having to be away from home for a while when I would rather have been at home in my own domain. Poor me… yah. Anyway, I worked it all out today with the rake and tarp and long-handled pruning clipper. There are some trees around my yard that have not been playing nice with others, so I had to pull out the extender tree saw/clipper and wrangle with some serious branches. Fortunately, I escaped without injuring myself, though I had a few close calls. Tree work is dangerous. But hey, if I get clunked in the head… like I said, I have a pretty good idea what I’ll do about it.
Personally, I think they should make this yardwork stuff an Olympic sport and not just featuring skillful use of a leaf blower, but also raking (yes, by hand), trimming branches (also by hand), and hauling tarps piled high with leaves into the woods to dump them out. The raking and clipping and hauling are a hell of a lot more athletic than leaf blowing, but it all has its place. And when I get tired of the exertion, I can always plug in my leaf blower and stroll across my yard in that stately gait that puts me among the elite the vaunted home-owners of the world (whose numbers dwindle by the year, endangered species that we are).