Give Me A Break, Give Me A Break. Break Me Off A Piece Of That...

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Thanksgiving is the one holiday I look forward to every year. This year was going to be no different except I was going to have my son for an extra 2 whole days, which was exciting in itself! The morning started off bad because I had been suffering from a severe headache the night before and I woke up with it following me into the next day. I got up and started to make my bed and in the middle of making my bed I crack my head again (for the 3rd time) on my ceiling. Immediately after that my mood turned from slightly cloudy to worst storm imaginable. After the hit I sat there on the bed stunned to what seemed like forever. I was a storm not to be reckoned with yelling at everything in my sight. There was no way I could be around people today. Long story short I made a hard decision of sending my son to Thanksgiving without me and as soon as he left out the door I cried my eyes out and passed out from exhaustion. I knew If I would have gone it would have not been good for me or anyone else around me.. I had to stay home by myself. A decision I will regret probably for a long time, I feel like a horrible person. I don't even want to look myself in the mirror. I am so upset! This concussion is ruining my life and my spirit. It is taking me forever to get better. It been a month and a half and Ive heard of some people with concussions getting better in a week or less.