Ignatz’s headbump looked a lot better this morning, the bruise was nearly invisible, and he said he felt fine. He has a very good record, our Ignatz – he never says he’s sick when he isn’t, and he does ask for help when he needs it, so I actually trust him on such matters. I asked if there was any reason to take him to the doctor and he said no, so I didn’t.
I still think it was a concussion, but a mild one, and Dr Google says that treatment is basically monitoring and rest, and making sure it doesn’t happen again for at least a few weeks, because there can be a cumulative effect. So he’s under orders not to rough-house with his friends (he actually requested those orders, so that when they want to wrestle he can honestly say “my mom said no” – seriously, Best. Kid. Ever.), but I’ll send him back to Tae Kwon Do on monday as long as he remains symptomless.
P.S. Nasty fight with the Sniglet today. So. Batting .500, I guess.
Song du jour of the day: Keep Breathing, by Ingrid Michaelson