Wednesday, October 5, 2011


Frustration:  The only word that comes to mind...
Oh, I know things will be okay, eventually, and that there are people with terminal illnesses, fighting battles with cancer, spouses headed off to troubles don't amount to a hill of beans compared to theirs...but to me, today, they feel like mountains...

The way it has all gone down...because the days are running together
September 15- Clay takes a hard hit in his football game.  "He is fine," says all the men on the field.  We head "mommy-dar" goes off...we head to the ER where they confirm a concussion.  Should be better in a few days.

September 16- Check in with Dr. Wahbeh like ER doctor told us too.   Clay is completely dazed and confused but he should be notably better by Monday.  We have a rough weekend. 

September 19 -We send him to school.  The doc said he would be better but not to return to activities for 2 week.   He returns from school and crumbles into pieces...terrible day, terrible headache. I now look back on my blog the day before...I knew something was wrong. I did not listen to my "mommy-dar" I knew better...I knew he was not right!

September 20- Go back to the doctor. Okay, the concussion is worse than we thought.  Stay home the rest of the week.  Take Tylenol with Codeine for the pain and sleeplessness.  Check in with him next Monday before sending him back.

September 26- 12 days after the concussion...head to Dr. Wahbeh's office, he walks in the room, takes one look at Clay and sends us to Macon to see a pediatric neurologist.  My little man is BEYOND miserable and my nerves are SHOT!

September 28- WOW, they got us in quick!  Brantlee, Clay and I head to Macon.  Meet with the specialist and are comfortable with the PCS diagnosis.  PCS is not very common but he assured us he would completely recover with no lasting problems.  The average recovery time is 4-8 weeks. (Deep breath.)  Okay...what about school? Try to send him one more time and if he can't handle it, hospital home bound him.   WHAT???  WHY???  The doctor explains to us that when you have PCS loud noises, bright lights, concentration, reading...all these things trigger headaches or make existing ones worse...WELL...that is a problem because noise, light, concentrating,

September 29- He lasted 45 minutes at school.  The teacher was holding him up as she walked him to me.  That's it....we are done.  Where is the paper work for HHB?

October 1 - PRAISE THE LORD....Clay is full of energy, running around the yard, walks with me to Lake Park to play, throws the football with the neighbors...outside all day...back to his old self. Brantlee and I were so happy and relieved!

October 2 - CRASH...miserable all through church, get home and his body never left the sofa. He can't be lured by a game of kickball, an offer to go fishing...nothing.   Can you say ROLLER COASTER?  Just the day before I was ready to throw the HHB papers away, send him to school.  What has happened?  Okay, Brantlee and I decide he over did it on Saturday and will bounce back and be ready for school on Monday. 

October 3- Not a chance...I fax the HHB papers to DOCO central office.   He did manage to play outside a few hours, my hopes soared that he was again turning the corner...but then...back in bed. 

Which leads me to today...the day of complete FRUSTRATION....I know this is a 4-8 week deal...but what was up with Saturday.  He cries wanting to go to school...he is so sick of this house and feeling miserable...he is tied up in knots with energy...

So, here I am, going to look for the positives, the blessings...
Positive-I have learned how to play 2 new board games and learned that I stink at them both!
Positive-Clay and I have had some special time talking, just sitting outside...the weather is AWESOME!
Positive-it is a short school week because of Fall break...only 3 days worth of make up work
Positive-I know in my heart that as my daddy has always said, "this too shall pass!"
Positive-I have talked to God a bit more than usual these past 3 weeks...

1 comment:

  1. As a mom, this post made my heart hurt for you. It is absolutely miserable not being able to "fix it" or "make it better." It's sort of a blessing in disguise that you chose this time to start blogging. It's a good way to have a running record. I will say a prayer for you and Clay. One day, you'll tell this story and laugh.