What next?

I’m blaming it on my life stage – a mid-50s woman with teenage children, ageing parents and a late 50s boyfriend – but I seem to be constantly messaging my boss with health crises.

Yesterday morning I sent her a Teams message that started with the words “as you are probably beginning to realise … I am a drama magnet.”

Then I let her know that I wouldn’t be coming into the office because my daughter was at the doctor getting checked for concussion.

I didn’t accompany my daughter to the doctor’s appointment, but I figured I needed to work from home just in case I was required to facilitate further testing.

The doctor’s concussion diagnosis: positive.

The visit wasn’t sparked by my daughter sustaining the head injury, that happened days ago.

The only reason she made the appointment was that her AFL coach refused to let her train until she had a doctor’s sign off.

I was at the game when the incident occurred, but I didn’t see it happen and thought she’d hit her hip, not her head. My excuse is that AFL fields are VERY big and I’d forgotten my glasses.

Five minutes before the end of the game I ducked off to see the new Indiana Jones movie and didn’t realise she’d gone back onto the field and hit her head for the second time in the closing minutes.

She texted me while I was sitting in the cinema to say the physio thought she had concussion.

I asked if the physio said she needed to see a doctor and she said no. She informed me she was going to a party instead.

She arrived home at 1am and seemed perfectly happy.

It was only after not being allowed to train at AFL that she fully briefed me on her headaches and problems with her vision.

Ah.

And the doctor said she definitely shouldn’t have driven to a party after the game.

I am feeling very embarrassed about my slack role in the saga.

The youngest is blasé and just annoyed that she can’t play AFL this weekend. She has to go back to the doctor next Friday to get sign off to play on the following Saturday.

In happier news, the eldest got a casual job yesterday in a piercing salon and is delirious with excitement.

He just has to do a safety and hygiene course first, which I reckon should be standard for all teenagers, whether they’re getting jobs in piercing salons or not.

As for me, my vision is playing up too, but mine is from lack of sleep rather than physical activity.

Song of the day: Vic Reeves and The Wonder Stuff “Dizzy”