Back (again). No cake in the offing.

Mmmmm. Cake.

As is probably obvious, my re-emergence from my cocoon of concussion-induced web silence was a tad premature. I’d neglected to factor in the sheer exhaustion of being back at work full-time while simultaneously wrestling with short-term memory glitches, intermittent headaches, the inability to focus for more than a few minutes at a time, sensitivity to light and to loud or high-pitched noises, and the urgent and somewhat fractious, urge to hunker into a whiney, whimpering, snapping lump of self-pity at the end of the day.

Good times.

I’m over the worst of things now. I was probably over the worst of things about three weeks ago, but I decided to exercise a little caution this go round. It gets a bit embarrassing to keep poking your head out ¬†and squealing “I’m back” and then disappearing into the mists again for days and weeks and maybe even months. You start feeling a bit reluctant to poke your head out at all. Or at least I did.

Maybe I should just stay here in my cosy little cocoon, I said to myself; maybe I should curl up on the couch and sip tea and eat cake and think my thinky thoughts all by myself. But exile gets lonely, doesn’t it, no matter how self-imposed. Plus, the cake was theoretical. There is no actual cake sitting beside me waiting to be eaten. If there were actual, for real, honest-to-goodness things of a cake-ish and frosted nature in this equation, who knows how long this exile might have endured? Because, mmmm, cake.

So. Here I am. Back. Cakeless. Blogging skills a tad rusty. Words splatting out in fits and starts like reluctant ketchup. But, hey, the good news is, no more posts about post-concussion syndrome and its related minutiae.

The odds of getting caught up on my email, Twitter stream and blog reading are approximately a billion and forty-seven to one. It’s not going to happen, and what’s more, I’m not going to worry about it. I’m going to zen it out. The things that have been waiting will continue to wait, possibly forever, and I’m just going to breathe deeply and ignore the accusatory witterings of my indefatigable Inner Critic.

So, hi! What the heck have you all been up to???

Hiatus

I hate to do this, but I’m afraid I’ll be offline until I get my symptoms under control. To all of you A-toZ-ers, good luck with completing the challenge. I look forward to catching up on your posts when I’m back online.