But Enough About Me, or, Caden Makes The Blog: The Sequel

Tired of reading the rants of a hormonal crazy person?  Well, good.  So am I.  I'm feeling decidedly less frah-gee-lay recently and I'd like to think my daffodils sprouting in the front yard have something to do with it.  Hear that, Old Man Winter?  I said DAFFODILS.  And do you want to know what else I have to say to you?  LAKE.  Not for any real reason other than today on the way to work I thought of the word 'lake' and how deliciously like summer it sounds.  Lake, lake, lake. 

Anyway, now that we can all agree that summer is on it's way, hip hip hooray, hoo boy, have I got a story for you!

'Member Bug's Uncle Big?  He's a studly looking fellow, and I'm sure the girls are eager for another look. Well, here's what he looks like when he's playing soccer in a snazzy gold jersey (#24).  He's pretty much the best defender on the best defensive team in the state, but don't tell him I said that or he'll get all cocky and Paddy will have to pin him to the carpet (again) in Round 2 of their epic family room wrestling match.  And the television almost didn't survive the first round.

Here's what he looks like right after he has headed the ball neatly out of the danger zone.  Careful study of the picture, however, will note his teammate's face about 1 millisecond away from smashing into Caden's skull, thanks, in no small part, to the double handed shove by the opposing player.

While his teammate writhes on the ground nursing a shattered nose, the opposing player receives his yellow card for the shove.  Caden, supported by best friend and regular partner in crime, Dillan, is on his feet, but not for long.

This is what Caden looks like a few seconds later lying face down on the field.  Not exciting.

And this is what Caden looks like headed to the hospital in an ambulance.

Our family was lucky that Uncle Big's initial CT scan at the hospital was promising, noting only a serious concussion.  We were happy to take Caden home from the hospital that night, but frightened when we found only an empty shell of Uncle Big staring blankly at the world.  The new, suckier Caden didn't know any of his family members.  He couldn't remember any of his friends.  He couldn't say the ABCs or count, and didn't recognize his own house.  He didn't recognize his precious Bug-niece, and had to be told what a baby was.  For 3 days, he didn't know whether he liked the taste of Skittles or who his grandparents were. 

We cried.

Nevertheless, miracles happen.  A second blessing was given, and we cried. 

He came out of an MRI scan on the fourth day, and said the noises were as irritating as Brenn. 

"I am not irritating!" thought Brenn.

 "He said BRENN!" thought Dad and Lalli. 

 

And we all cried.  Uncle Big is back, and well, and happy.  Hip hip hooray.

("Quite a lot to go through just to make it on the blog again!" I thought.)

(Also, lake, lake, LAKE!)