Thanks so much for all of your support. Believe it or not, I actually feel worse than I did a week ago. But here's a brief update, and I did manage to put up a poem tonight, so that counts as some small victory, I suppose.

As far as my head and neck go, I actually hurt more now than I did immediately after the crash, which – my doctors all say, is fairly common. Sometimes these things take four to six weeks before real improvement is noticeable. I do have terrible whiplash pain in my neck and shoulders (and sometimes radiating down my arms and ribs), but it’s what went on inside my skull that is of most concern to the physicians.

I experienced what is called a “coup-contra-coup” concussion. Basically, I was stopped at the yield sign to get off the highway, the other driver smashed into me from dead behind at about 45-50 miles per hour, and my brain slammed into the inside-front of my skull, rebounded and slammed off the inside-back of my skull, then slammed into the inside-front of the skull before beginning to settle down. To say this left me dazed and confused would be an understatement.

I’ve been home sick from work this entire past week. I’m seeing an orthopaedic surgeon next week, getting an MRI, getting an EMG, getting physical and cognitive therapy, seeing a neurologist, and finally am supposed to see something called a psychoneurologist. I find myself drifting off mentally and sometimes flummoxed by the simplest task, such as tying my shoe. I just can’t seem to access simple information like that on occasion. So this is really turning into a major deal. My mom's car is wrecked and she's driving a rental. And sometimes I get shooting pains down my arms into my hands and down my spine into my legs. It’s all a bit of a mess. I feel like I’m in an almost perpetual state of confusion, as if I just woke up. So all of this is exacerbating my depression, needless to say.

But I’m hoping time really will be the healer in this case and in about two months much of this will be behind me. Strewth! What a mess! But so it goes sometimes.

Again, this road-kill cat appreciates the support and interest. Now I've just got to give nature (and medicine) time to help me get the old coconut screwed on straight. Ta. Cheshire Cat