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09/21/2022
it is going to be midnight soon. jonathan had an accident with their car this morning, resulting in a "mild" concussion. "mild", of course, in the context of a concussion, meaning that it is not life threatening.
by life threatening, of course, i mean that they are in no danger of dying.
and by dying, of course, i mean the physical death, the cessation of electrical impulses sent from the brain, and so on, and so forth.
that said, as someone who is intimately familiar with post-concussive syndrome and the long-term effects of traumatic brain injury, i reminded them that there is more to life than simply "not dying".
I told them to head straight to bed, that I would draft an email to their supervisor, and then read it out loud to them before sending it. That way, they could focus on recovering instead of work.
They seemed irritated. I am aware that i am somewhat overbearing. I am also aware of the fact that they struggle so often, that there are many days where they can't even leave their bed. Constant migraines and vertigo will only exacerbate this.
I don't feel guilty for worrying. I'm not angry at them for snapping, either--they have a concussion. Their brain is, currently, not at its normal range of function. They are allowed a short temper.
I am a bit irritated. This is normal. I have been snapped at, they said something that hurt my feelings. I am also capable of backing off.
Julian is there, currently, and is helping. Jonathan feels guilty for "making" him stay and help. Considering that Julian practically lives at Jon's house for free, I can't imagine he feels too terribly put out, but then, I am not Julian, am I?
This would be easier if I were there. I feel restless, irritated, worried, and jealous. I feel like I should be the one nursing them back to health. I think they can tell.
Oh well.
Gracie is curled up about my shoulder. This is a comfort.