... concussion daymare continuance. A day of pure dizziness and headaches - did not feel comfortable driving anywhere, even to work. Called in and told the office that I'd not be available - and from what I gathered, I didn't miss much. Probably a good thing - the third day of a concussion was all that was to be expected, and a bag of chips.
I slept thru the entire day with nasty daymares and nosebleeds. Woke up only to crawl into the bathroom to take a wizz and grab some more water and advil, swab my nasty frankenstein cut and crawl back into bed. It was a windy day, from what I could hear - the entire place was creaking and whistling with noise - but possibly my acute tenitis.
I finally woke after 7pm and realized that I was alive, with non-dizziness. I took a quick shower and scrubbed all the snot and blood off my body. Decided to drive to the market to get a few things after chugging a Pedialyte and a Red Bull. It was cold as a mo fo - in the 20s. It had been seemingly a few days since I left the house, took out the garbage and sauntered up enuff energy to get my ass in gear. (sheesh, 3 days without cycling would make me nuts)
 photo by d. scott gregory Xmess Gift wrapping hell click on photo to enlarge |
Went to the market to get a few things with newfound energy to make some soup - I had a pumpkin that my parents gave me last weekend, decided to make more of my pumpkin soup. Stocked upp on the provisions for it that I was missing and then went to town on making the pumpkin soup with the freakish energy stored up. Watched Queen on PBS while prepping the soup - took a while, but multitasked with doing laundry, all bed linens, and finished wrapping the rest of the xmess presents (pictured).
Swabbed my silly "cut" on my forehead and continued on...trying to finish my cookbook this weekend.
I guess life is good.