Concussions are so not fun. Even "slight concussions," basically a term for the non-unconscious brain injury, suck major butt. First, there's a headache. Then, dizziness similar to that gained from drinking mojitos all night and not eating (a.k.a., the "spins"); after that, a tightness and dull pain in the head that can cause auras, which migraine sufferers are familiar with. Headaches that don't go away with OTC or prescription meds, are not allergy-related or sinus-pressure variety, and which creep back down the spine (if you land hard enough on your tailbone, it shakes ya right up to your brain-- you don't necessarily have to land on your head to get a concussion).
This is how mine came about. Skating around at practice last week, we were doing weaving drills. One of the other newbies, a really sweet girl and a pretty good skater, lost her balance when it came to me, and fell, pulling me down. Since she was behind me and I wasn't expecting her to grab me, I went down directly on the ole ass, which is not as padded as it used to be, and a little shock went straight back up. Good times. I shook it off, but came home and went straight to bed, as I was unusually tired (I am usually up for an hour, hour and a half after practices with adrenaline still surging through); I woke up in the middle of the night with the aforementioned spins so bad I could not walk to the bathroom without grabbing everything in arm's reach to hold me up. When I got up the next morning, the pain in my head had radiated back down into my neck and shoulders.
I probably should have gone to the doctor, and usually don't have a problem doing so. This just didn't seem like the kind of problem to take to my regular doctor, and getting a CAT scan or MRI just isn't my idea of a good time. Besides, I didn't want to be told that I couldn't practice anymore. But getting warmed up for practice tonight, I just could not get into it. I decided that, for the next few weeks, I'm going to take a break from being Smashly the Hood, and work out on my own. Then, hopefully, when I return to practicing, I will be more comfortable on my skates and won't go down so easily. Smashed the Hood doesn't sound very threatening out there on the track!
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!! That sounds awful. The spins, followed by the hurls, followed by the sicks. The world of competitive, full-contact skating is just gonna have to get along with the Smash for now! I hope you feel better now (and have finally wised up and gone to the MD!).
I have NOT gon to the doctor, I'm feeling mostly better now:) I am, however, taking a break from practicing with everyone else, and I'm planning to go work on my own a little, to get the basics and feel more comfy on my skates. Not to worry, the Hood will still skate-- and will eventually kick ass. But after a verbal beating from a trainer last week, I decided to give it a bit of a rest;)
I wanna swim soon, as long as it's okay to bring the tot, so let me know what might work for you. Also, we will be childless for a few nights next week so maybe some trivia fun or something?
Yes, yes, and yes. This weekend looks really good for swimming (finally); all I have to do is return some truly, truly hideous summer clothes I got from Gap and Old Navy (XXL bathing suit? What was I thinking?!?). It would *only* be fun if you brought the tot, so grease 'er up and we can set a time! Saturday afternoon, perhaps? 3ish? I'll double check with the menfolk to make sure I haven't forgotten anything, but if not it's on like Donkey Kong.
Oh, shiz, as soon as I wrote that I realized that I might have to move everything out of my Reese house this weekend! I'll keep you posted.
Dude, whatever. Actually, 3ish is during the tot's naptime, (and mine, honestly!) maybe a little after 4? That might also give you time to get shiz moved. But like I said, whatever.
Oh, and I'm sure I've mentioned it a dozen time, but next Sat. June 7th-- home bout for MRD. I will be there sans skates, but it'll be fun anyway;)
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