In addition to causing me to crave simple carbohydrates and say inappropriate things (see yesterday), stress also turns me into a stark-raving worrier.
Natasha Richardson’s tragic ski-induced brain injury and subsequent death severely rattled me. I, too, took a few spills on the bunny hill while learning how to ski just 2 short weeks ago. What is the statute of limitations on brain trauma? Could a bruise be lurking under my skull, silently hemorrhaging, slowly vegetating?
“We’re wearing helmets for now on,” I told Mr. P.
“For skiing?” he said, wrinkling his nose.
“No, for everything. Driving, walking, showering, sex, sleeping. All the time. We’re never safe.”
