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January 8, 2009
My oldest son and I in the elevator. Yes, I really am that short next to him, even with 3 inch heels on my boots. Note the WHITE sweatshirt.
her: what are you doing today.
Me: at the Wizard, also known as the concussion doctor, to see if 14 yr old has a brain
her: good luck with that
Me: ARGH, we are an hour early for our appt. Scarecrow says he knew we left the house an hour early. Don’t have high hopes for finding the brain
Me: Scarecrow taking assessment test right now. So nervous. Why???
her: Because you just don’t want him living with you for the rest of your life.
Me: Oh hell no.
her: I am shopping for furniture. SO very stressful.
Me: you need a shopper
her: I need a cocktail.
Me: yes, drunken shopping. Then you wouldn’t really care what you bought.
Me: Oh happy day. Scarecrow haz brain.
We went to the concussion specialist today and my son was given the okay to begin doing small amounts of school work and reading. He can also resume physical activities that pose no risk to him injuring his head. Like shoveling.
Ok, maybe the doctor didn’t specifically mention shoveling, but he meant to. Along with unloading the dishwasher. I just know it.