After a few warm sunny days, the weather is back to typical British summer, i.e. grey clouds and rain, and the first full week of eleven school holiday weeks begins today. How appropriate that the weather and my spirit are coloured grey.
Yesterday we went into Chester to have a meal at Pizza Express and to watch the mid-summer’s watch parade which features right at the front an awesome samba drumming band! Mid-summer’s was my first parade when I joined the band just over three years ago, last year I had concussion and was unable to take part (although I tried to anyway) and this year I have a sprained wrist which is severely inhibiting most of my leisure activities and hobbies. However, due to my younger son having a seizure we didn’t get to Pizza Express or see the parade, he’s ok now after a very long sleep and until next time.
My sprained wrist occurred over three weeks ago when I was emptying the kitchen food waste into the compost bin, well at least it makes a change from running injuries! And is the catalyst for my sad decision to leave the band. When I joined it was the best thing ever and virtually nothing would keep me from Thursday night practice, or from attending gigs, and I’m certain that my mental health recovery was aided by being a part of it. Over the last year running injuries, blood pressure/dizziness issues and concussion have meant my attendance has been sporadic and my ability hampered.
I don’t know how long my wrist will take to heal but with summer gigging well underway I know I can’t commit sufficiently. Whether it will be goodbye or see you later I don’t know yet, all I know is that this time out will be a good thing in giving me a chance to reflect and decide whether band ranks high enough in my priorities to make a comeback!