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So my concussion specialist is currently giving me a break from pretty much all of my brain exercises, because the combination of stress and excitement about the baby is basically guaranteed to be frying my brain.
Braining is really hard right now. I should experience significant improvement once V and the squirmloaf are safely separated.
The baby is very squirmy. He is also very loaf. He's still horizontal - at 38 and a half weeks, this is unusual - and various movements make V's tummy form a very emphatic loaf shape. So for these last few days: squirmloaf.
We're pretty much ready for him, which at least has stopped my stress levels from increasing.
However, my uncle died this morning.
Not my biological uncle, but the uncle first-gen kids have who is probably also first-gen - mine's Italian - who is much, much closer than your biological family.
It's hard to even process. I think because my brain is so fried.
My physio told me yesterday about the conversation he had when he was doing handover to one of my other physios - at varying frequencies, I see three, at the moment - and there was a bit that has helped me put into perspective my frustrations with the slow progress of my rehab.
Physio 1: She had this surgery on this date, and this surgery on this date, and then a few months ago she had surgery on her lung.
Physio 2: So she's in a wheelchair?
Physio 1: No, she'll just walk right in.
Physio 2: Are you serious?
So even if I can't walk that far or stand that long (currently I can walk longer than I can stand, it's a thing) I'm probably doing quite well actually.
(I said as much to Physio 1. He said YES, YOU ARE DOING GREAT.)
Maybe by the time the kid is running around I'll be doing okay for keeping up.
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