I am feeling very sorry for myself. I didn’t sleep well as I was really queasy in the night, so I’ve had a proper rest day today (unlike the pretend ones I had at the weekend). I have pretty much been glued to the sofa all day apart from any essential tasks that required me to move. I’ll be lucky if I reach 2000 steps by bedtime.
I don’t remember ever having a significant bump to the head before so wasn’t prepared for how I still feel four days later, I thought I’d be getting back to normal levels of activity and energy. Instead I feel very tired, dizzy every time I move and nauseous if I move too much. Scrolling my phone also makes me nauseous, and even moderate noise bothers me.
I spent the morning and early afternoon editing my book and fiddling around with the cover design. I’ve printed out the rest of my poems and tomorrow’s plan is to go through them deciding if they’re book worthy, and rewriting where necessary.
All productive stuff that I would have had to do sometime anyway. But even so I feel deflated and useless. I’ve made the (very sensible) decision that I won’t be well enough to do Race for Life on Wednesday or parkrun on Saturday. I have offered my RFL place to anyone who would like it and volunteered to marshal at parkrun. No running for a week is bad enough but to miss RFL is truly rubbish. I know there will be many opportunities once I’m well but this was my first organised 10k, and I was ready to get out there in full survivor mode.
Then there’s my band. I wasn’t well enough for practice last week and I’m doubtful if I’ll be ok for the city centre parades at the weekend. Even if I do feel somewhat better, how do I know if I’m better enough? And that taking part won’t be detrimental?
I know nothing about head injuries and concussion, apart from what I’ve now read via google searches. When I saw the GP last week, I/we focused on what had happened and what tests they wanted to do to try and make sure this didn’t happen again.
I assumed that in a couple of days I’d just be ok and life would merrily move on. There’s nothing I can do to expedite this and plenty I can do that would slow recovery down. My inner control freak wants to take charge and fix things but can’t… I’m not sure I have an inner powerless freak!