People say when life throws you a curveball, dodge, duck or hit it out of the ballpark. I should have remembered to duck.
I went to a birthday party Saturday and I got a little more than I bargained for. Children are children and they don’t always worry about the repercussions their actions might make. Needless to say, a ball flew in the air and hit me right in the head where my incision is located. Immediately, pain ignited and dizziness set in. This is the first mishap I’ve had post surgery.
My husband called the hospital so we knew what precautions needed to be made. He called my family to tell them the ball hitting incident. Everyone was in a panic and worried. I was in too much pain to make sense of anything.
I had an exciting, eventful day planned out for Saturday. It was supposed to be a good one, but I’m not too sure what it turned out to be. All I know is that fear crept in as my pain faded. For the first time, I have realized the gravity of my surgery. It has finally hit me, pun intended, that I made a life-changing decision. It should have been obvious. I did go through the difficult post surgery journey. I guess I just needed a blow to the head to figure it out. 🙂
Everyone gave me words of support, and I welcomed them. They helped, but I was still concerned about the consequences this might have caused. I’ve been seizure free for three and half months. I don’t want that to change. I spoke with my neurosurgeon today. His words put me at ease.
I knew that no matter what happened, I’d make the most of it. I have a wonderful support system. With them, I can brave just about anything. I just needed to hear from the man who I put my trust in to perform the surgery to say I’d be okay.
Moving forward, I need to remember to stay away from flying balls. If the ball happens to come my way, I should consider getting out of the way.
Life: Crossed Out and Rewritten 