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I'm sorry I haven't been here in a long while - I was on my way to an event in late September, when I was rear-ended. Due to the height of one car and the placement of my rear bumper, I got a good whack in the back of my head - presto! by 24 hours post accident I was slurring my speech, dragging my feet and forgetting - well forgetting a lot of things. I didn't work or drive for almost a month. The good news, I can speak well again and pick up my feet, the downside is I still have to find another vehicle (man I miss that Dodge Minivan!), get my full balance back, my ankle still aches. I have found that rather than a return to normal; I am dealing with what I call the new normal - my short term memory is not dependable ( sorry again to all the folks I've mis-dialed) I have a horrid compulsion to smoke (!?) and my fuse is no longer a slow burn time delay - I can be a bit sharp. It is like ordering a soda, having it arrive and after you take a sip, you frown, thinking cola but tasting root beer - it's good but it is not what you expected. I have spent a bit of time re-reading favorite books, there is comfort and familiarity - and sometimes a surprise!
I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and If this was to shake me up, and give my dear loving husband a fresh wife - well that is how I came up with the title of this post. I now have such an appreciation for those who are recovering from injuries great and small. I had few marks on the outside, but I felt like I had been in a blender on frappe for too long. I am so grateful the help arrived quickly, that my grandson or anyone else was not riding with me - that I have a good team of doctors and a good lawyer too. I hope this never happens to you. As for me, each new day truly has a sense of adventure too.
I promise more musings in the days to come
The Red Hed Mom
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