It turns out that Tanner did a little more damage to his head than we'd realized. He doesn't remember a good chunk of Friday. He doesn't remember riding his bike or crashing. He doesn't remember seeing the doctor. He doesn't remember talking to me on his way to the urgent care.
He seems fine now, and he's been under some restrictions, so I think he'll be okay. It's just a weird thought to have forgotten a good chunk of a day.
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Holy crap! I go on vacation and don't read your blog for a couple of weeks and your world completely changes!
Glad you got Lindsey diagnosed. That's scary stuff.
I'm very happy to hear that you have found someone who's not scared off by your murderous tendencies. Happy for you!!
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