This whole head injury business is really putting a damper on my plans. As much as I’d like to, I can’t stand up or walk around for very long without getting light headed which means I have to sit. Sitting is boring. Sitting is wholly inconvenient when I have errands to run, people to take and pick up from the airport, muffins to bake and a friend to visit in the hospital. Stupid head injury!
The headache has subsided though so I’m grateful for that. And I’m sleeping a lot so that’s got to be doing some healing good. Dokey drove me around on errands yesterday. Target 3 days before Christmas is scary but Target 3 days before Christmas when feeling easily disoriented and woozy? Frightening. Good thing Doke was there to guide me around and help me make decisions lest I still be standing there trying to figure out what to purchase. She put her hand under my elbow like I’m an elderly person too frail to maneuver the crowds. It was, sadly, necessary. And appreciated.
I decided if I can’t run around doing all the stuff I wanted to do, I can at least focus on the craft projects I started that are supposed to be done by Christmas. Bad movies and tea and knitting. It’s one hot kind of evening in the Sizzle house. The Fella is off in Florida until Thursday so I can lounge around the house in his pj bottoms and ripped up shirt and miss him while I recover. As I was finishing up a scarf, I attempted 6 times to add tassels or fringe to the end but for the life of me could not remember how to do it. I tried many different ways. I even looked it up on the internet but to no avail. I just simply could no remember HOW to do it. And I had done that very thing just a week prior on a different scarf. WTH?! I usually have an incredible memory that is both a blessing and a curse and now I can’t remember how to make tassels!?
Then after a couple hours it suddenly just came to me. I hung up the phone with Hillz and wham-o, it was there. I quickly grabbed the unfinished scarf and added the damn tassels before it left my banged up noggin again.
So yeah, I’m slowly getting better. Thank you for all of your well wishes! My Mom arrives today and while I am always happy to see her, this injured woman really, really wants her Mommy. Nothing heals like the TLC of my Mom.
“Listen just a little bit harder/The hearts tell the truth/Is it just a pistol on the edge/To keep you moving/You’re looking like you’re looking for something/And now, you’re surrounded by silence, whoa. . .” -If Only, KT Tunstall