As I’m walking past
Quietly amidst the green
The moss sings to me
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This Evening’s Walk: A #Haiku
Walking this roadside
Deep within my mind’s silence
As the sunlight fades
The Dance Of The Bits
Bits and bytes dancing
Our culture is in motion
Technology’s grace
Fears at Night: A Haiku
Fears rise in the dark
So many unknowns stare back
Fate can be quite cruel
A June Afternoon Haiku
Summer approaches
Spring time’s flowers are fading
The air is warmer
My contribution to today’s @baffled Haiku Challenge (big)
My problems felt big
A trip to the ICU
My problems feel small
My contribution to today's @baffled #HaikuChallenge #big
My problems felt big
A trip to the ICU
My problems feel small— Carl Setzer (@CarlSetzer) June 3, 2019
6/2 Braeden Update: Memorial Day Week From Hell
We’ve been home four days now. B makes progress every day. He has been out of the house several times this weekend, but still tired easily. Mom & Dad are trying to help him keep things in perspective. This will be a long road and we don’t want him to push too hard, too fast. He’s bored, but that’s what his brain needs to heal.
Tomorrow we meet with his pediatrician. Hopefully we can get some questions answered to help B understand what the process is.
Our discharge paperwork says can can begin returning to school this week. He really wants to go back. Research shows that teens heal better from concussions with social interactions. We will start slowly – 1 or 2 classes – with minimal academic requirements. We will increase time/cognitive demands as B can handle it.
I guess I can retired the “Memorial Day From Hell” subject line, as we’re both past “Memorial Day” and “Hell”. For which I’m rather thankful.
Saturday, June 1: Gratitude
Under this sunshine
Pondering fragility
And life’s strange graces
Such a strange week. Monday afternoon my son crashed his skateboard, ending up with a significant concussion and “mild” bleeding on the brain. Monday night & Tuesday were spent talking about many possible (and frightening) scenarios. Wednesday we’re talking about leaving and Thursday we made it home. Friday we joined some friends for dinner. Surreal, in the end.
Now, we only just started this journey. 45 minutes at dinner with friends exhausted him. He spent most this morning’s energy at our eye doctor’s simply getting glasses adjusted.
We’re home. His mind is mostly intact, and healing quickly. Doctors believe we’ll have 100% recovery. Looking at the possibilities, I feel deep gratitude. We escaped some brutal stuff. I’m grateful for that.
Saturday Morning, June 1st
Crow conversation
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A Friday Night #Haiku
My son is sleeping
As night has taken over
This long week ending