
The last sentence on my last entry was more or less mordant humor rather than heartfelt complaint. I do have some perspective, both from seeing Fiona go through recovering from concussion, and because of what we went through as a family when Delia missed her black belt test because of strep throat. The black belt test will be there in the future. I talked about it with Rob and I do feel that I can certainly wait another quarter if need be without too much heartburn. But I'll see what they say when they evaluate me. I have a couple weeks before the next screening.
Anyway, as I said, I called my clinic today, and they passed on the instructions from my doctor: no pad strike class Friday, no sparring Saturday. And I'm fine with that. I have an appointment to see her Monday. I'll try class tomorrow--it's a no contact class--but stop if it gets to be too much. I came home, took more motrin and slept. This afternoon, I sat on my porch and I felt more or less fine, to the point that I wondered whether I had overreacted when I called my doctor. Had I described my symptoms as being worse than they really were? Wow. Did I sort of imagine the whole thing?
Now the headache is creeping back. The chin's still tender to the touch although the jaw pain is gone at least. So...more analgesics and then an early bedtime.
I'll wake up tomorrow and see how I feel then, but I do expect to go into work tomorrow.