Raise your hand if you’re glad it’s Friday…Gosh, but, it’s been a long and tiring week. Not necessarily a bad week, just long, busy, and HOT.
I’m glad I followed up with our regular doctor today with the Holy Tara. She has said all week she’s had a headache and all, but, she has continued on with her regular activities pretty normal. The doctor gave her a series of neurological test-type things today. Things like spelling certain words, drawing certain things, standing a certain way without falling, etc. Things that sound pretty silly, but, somehow tell a lot about the brain. He said she most definitely has a concussion and that anytime you are knocked out, even if for a couple seconds, it’s a concussion. It’s a shock to the brain and it experiences some swelling. He ordered her to lay low all weekend and not do anything but rest and take in lots of fluids. If the headache gets worse, I get to take her back for a CAT scan over the weekend. Yay.
I was surprised last weekend that Vanderbilt didn’t do a scan on her and so was the doctor. I don’t know that they ever got how hard her head hit that tree. I guess the protocol they followed did not lead them to believe it was necessary, but, I wish they’d have done it. Anyway, she’s resting and not very happy that she missed a couple very important social opportunities tonight. I’m feeling a teeny bit of Bad Mother Guilt for not keeping her out of school one day. She went on about her regular routine, though.
It’s been a busy, busy few weeks for the Grascals and that, in turn, is draining on me. Hard on everybody, really. It’s been one of those weeks where Mr. Smiff is in and out…hi and bye. We had some asspain things to deal with the finances this week. Without going into all the long, drawnout details, we hate Wells Fargo and once the car is paid for will never, ever do bidness with them again.
I finally, FINALLY made an appointment and got the insurance approval to be tested for ADD. I think my life may change drastically. I’ve been dealing with this since I was about 12. Maybe some help is around the corner. I hope so.
I’m a little put out with the voters of the IBMA for not giving The Grascals any Individual Instrument nominations. Sorry folks, maybe I’m prejudiced but Terry Eldredge deserves a Male Vocalist nomination, Danny Roberts deserves a mandolin nomination and Terry Smith is LONG overdue for a Bass nomination. He can play circles around a certain nominee, who has won it umpteen times, is a good guy and a friend, but, just so happens to be a better politicker than Terry is. Either way, it infuriates me. There, I said it. The IBMA voters were smart enough to nominate the Grascals for Entertainer of the Year and Gospel Recorded Song of the Year. That keeps me from throwing and out and out hissy fit.
I had lunch at the absolute cutest place today…The Yard Shop on Gallatin Rd. in Inglewood. Wonderful sandwiches, coffee, eclectic things inside, yard stuff…fun place to eat. I’ll definitely be going back. They had a picture hanging on the wall that I have and an old pew that used to sit on the stage at the Grand Ole Opry.
I hated to miss the get-together at Blackstone, but, I only had a limited amount of time this evening to visit with Sir Smiff and I was just plain worn out from learning more than I ever thought I would know about STD’s this week at work and how rampant it is in this area and everything else that’s gone on this week. I don’t have the stamina the other guys have. Does that mean I’m old because I’m more interested in some quality time in bed (don’t get all excited. Mr. Smiff is at the Grand Ole Opry tonight. No excitement there).
Your Sista is tuckered out and very happy it’s Friday and anticipating a nice sleep tonight