There are plenty of things i have had to learn about that i really didn't want to. Actually it has happened quiet frequently:
I sure wasn't interested in Divorce 101 but i ended up in that class.
Basics of ADD, dyslexia and learning disabilities wasn't my top pick but i took the course.
Who the heck would sign up for anorexia today?
Or hotline to inmates?
Or heart ablation for beginners? I took that gem 3xs.
I sat in the back of drug use and abuse in the real world.
And drank soda while studying grief counseling for kids.
I have had tons of "educational experiences" in real life, everyday stuff..and never even walked through a college door.
And here i sit again. Searching the internet for post-concussion syndrome...that is, when my brain can take the extra stimulation.
"Really, LORD, i do NOT wanna learn about concussion stuff...i just wanna get better!"
But better i ain't.... so what choice do i have but sign my name on the dotted line and enroll in Concussions for Dummies.
I remember once walking down my country road...going through whatever the trauma drama of my moment was....and crying out to GOD...and this is what i said...here is a direct quote:
"LORD, i am sick and tired of being a poster child for YOUR grace."
Yes, i said it out loud. From my mouth to my GOD's ears.
And i mean't it.
Good thing my GOD loves me so much...even when i'm having a hissy fit.
I think that day we just kept on a-walking...and i kept on a-crying...and eventually we got to the crossroads where i had to pick the next path...and that is where i stopped and let GOD take a picture of my face...wet with tears...to be used in HIS advertisement plan. I think the caption read GODS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT. IF THIS GIRL CAN KEEP GOING ON IN JESUS THEN ANYONE CAN! LOOK WHAT GOD CAN DO! AND HE WILL DO IT FOR YOU TOO!
Post-Concussion-Syndrome is a big word...a big word i live in everyday...and no one but the LORD knows for how long.
It's a bummer. I miss stuff. Church. Graduation parties. Worship nights. Seabreeze. Picnics. Barn dances. Teaching ladies Bible study. Basketball games. Fun stuff. Spring stuff...and now summer stuff.
Did you know post-concussion-syndrome affects more than just your skull? Sure... it affects your body, as well as your mind, and also your emotions... known in the concussion world as cognitive, physical and behavioral. I understood the body part, and even the cognitive part...but the behavioral...well it threw me for a loop when my neurologist explained it to me.
The behavioral part..(the part that threw me)..i can best compare to a drunk. There are mean drunks. There are happy drunks. There are silly drunks. There are aggressive drunks. There are sleazy drunks. There are depressive drunks. Then there are the drunks that cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry at NOTHING.
Let's just say... good thing i'm not a drinker.
My kids have fun with this one. Naughty kids. They should be feeling sorry for their poor ol concussioned head ma...but no.
The teen boys love to sneak up behind me and whisper in my ear..."Mom, i love you."
What would have previously brought them a response of "What do you want?"
Has turned into a weepy teary reply..."I love you too, honey!"
To which they burst out laughing. And immediately call another brother over to "Tell mom you love her...you gotta see this!"
Whatever.
Hankies (made from my boys t-shirts) are my companions.
A neck brace is my car riding buddy.
Earplugs are my new BFF's.
And a yellowing, crinkly poster with my face plastered on it dons the wall of my bedroom...
where i can read and re read the words every night GOD's GRACE IS SUFFICIENT.
Then i lay my dizzy head down....
chuckle at my foolish self...
and thank GOD...
that HE picked me...
to use as HIS poster child.
I sure wasn't interested in Divorce 101 but i ended up in that class.
Basics of ADD, dyslexia and learning disabilities wasn't my top pick but i took the course.
Who the heck would sign up for anorexia today?
Or hotline to inmates?
Or heart ablation for beginners? I took that gem 3xs.
I sat in the back of drug use and abuse in the real world.
And drank soda while studying grief counseling for kids.
I have had tons of "educational experiences" in real life, everyday stuff..and never even walked through a college door.
And here i sit again. Searching the internet for post-concussion syndrome...that is, when my brain can take the extra stimulation.
"Really, LORD, i do NOT wanna learn about concussion stuff...i just wanna get better!"
But better i ain't.... so what choice do i have but sign my name on the dotted line and enroll in Concussions for Dummies.
I remember once walking down my country road...going through whatever the trauma drama of my moment was....and crying out to GOD...and this is what i said...here is a direct quote:
"LORD, i am sick and tired of being a poster child for YOUR grace."
Yes, i said it out loud. From my mouth to my GOD's ears.
And i mean't it.
Good thing my GOD loves me so much...even when i'm having a hissy fit.
I think that day we just kept on a-walking...and i kept on a-crying...and eventually we got to the crossroads where i had to pick the next path...and that is where i stopped and let GOD take a picture of my face...wet with tears...to be used in HIS advertisement plan. I think the caption read GODS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT. IF THIS GIRL CAN KEEP GOING ON IN JESUS THEN ANYONE CAN! LOOK WHAT GOD CAN DO! AND HE WILL DO IT FOR YOU TOO!
Post-Concussion-Syndrome is a big word...a big word i live in everyday...and no one but the LORD knows for how long.
It's a bummer. I miss stuff. Church. Graduation parties. Worship nights. Seabreeze. Picnics. Barn dances. Teaching ladies Bible study. Basketball games. Fun stuff. Spring stuff...and now summer stuff.
Did you know post-concussion-syndrome affects more than just your skull? Sure... it affects your body, as well as your mind, and also your emotions... known in the concussion world as cognitive, physical and behavioral. I understood the body part, and even the cognitive part...but the behavioral...well it threw me for a loop when my neurologist explained it to me.
The behavioral part..(the part that threw me)..i can best compare to a drunk. There are mean drunks. There are happy drunks. There are silly drunks. There are aggressive drunks. There are sleazy drunks. There are depressive drunks. Then there are the drunks that cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry at NOTHING.
Let's just say... good thing i'm not a drinker.
My kids have fun with this one. Naughty kids. They should be feeling sorry for their poor ol concussioned head ma...but no.
The teen boys love to sneak up behind me and whisper in my ear..."Mom, i love you."
What would have previously brought them a response of "What do you want?"
Has turned into a weepy teary reply..."I love you too, honey!"
To which they burst out laughing. And immediately call another brother over to "Tell mom you love her...you gotta see this!"
Whatever.
Hankies (made from my boys t-shirts) are my companions.
A neck brace is my car riding buddy.
Earplugs are my new BFF's.
And a yellowing, crinkly poster with my face plastered on it dons the wall of my bedroom...
where i can read and re read the words every night GOD's GRACE IS SUFFICIENT.
Then i lay my dizzy head down....
chuckle at my foolish self...
and thank GOD...
that HE picked me...
to use as HIS poster child.