Our doctor says I'll need another two weeks to recover from the concussion. Nothing hurts as bad as last week, but the frustration and stress of being concussed... well, it's been debilitating. Sort of. I don't like to assume every setback or pause is from the accident, but the truth is, I make a lot of long pauses, am at a loss for words, mix things up, stumble, and have trouble coping with too much stimulus. Even simple things, things I normally enjoy, feel somewhat daunting, like blogging, or returning phone calls.
Besides your friendly remarks, and concern, for comfort and a boost... I turn to chickens.
Kamen-Hen's big claim to fame? Surviving a horrendous bobcat attack. I still find it hard to believe that with the injuries she sustained, she is still scratching, pecking, laying, and posing! She's a remarkable chica.
Okay: So. Thank you. Your kindness and engagement with me, here, gave me a happy feeling, a connectedness.
And Geoff is wonderful, and patient, and remarkably skilled + diligent.
And I love chickens, who are funny, dear distractions, who cheer me.