Yesterday I accidentally dropped a guinea pig into his cage where he landed on a rock.
Granted, there was hay on the rock, and the fall wasn’t that far, just a few inches, but still.
Hope he doesn’t have a piggie concussion. (He’s fine, I checked twice and again this morning.)
It’s his fault anyway; why would he leap out if my arms like that? He appeared to enjoy the snuggle just a minute earlier….
Speaking of concussion, the kids went for a baseline test last week. And naturally, us being us, there had to be an adventure… 😂
During baseline testing, the facility essentially tests the kids’ brain activity under normal circumstances. In the event they sustain a concussion, be it during one of their sports, or elsewhere, the medical professionals would then be able to measure the now damaged, concussed brain activity against the baseline results. This then helps to determine the return-to-play/return-to-school decision.
The boy’s hockey team does annual baseline testing. They invited siblings, for a group price reduction, so we sent the girl along for the test. After a quick bite of dinner, off they went to the local arena where the baseline testing facility was located.
This is the story I heard about after they got home:
Apparently, during the entire evaluation, my girl assumed the evaluations were part of a competition. She saw it as competing for best results against those of the boys. 😉
To be clear – it was not a competition. 🙃
So picture it: a bunch of 13 year old hockey players, some of whom tower over my 10 year old, or have a 100 pounds of weight on my girl, doing a variety of exercises and answering memory-recall type of questions.
My tiny, blond girl-child, who was in her gymnastics outfit since she just came from there, participated in her usual full-on enthusiasm.
Sports she understands. She has incredible endurance, is probably stronger than her brother, and feels that she has a competitive advantage in anything she sets her mind to.
The boys didn’t know what to make of her. 😁
One of the tests was to recall a list of words they were shown earlier. After a certain time lapsed, they had to recall from memory the list of words.
One of the boys was so proud – he got 6 words right out if 10, more than any other boy.
Then it was my daughter’s turn. She repeated the entire list, in order, back to the evaluators and left the boys sitting there with their mouths hanging open.
Next they were doing some balancing exercises. Some by standing on one foot, some with eyes closed, some by placing feet one in front of other on a line on the floor.
The boys, not the most coordinated at this age to begin with, tried hard to balance themselves in the required positions.
Most weren’t very successful at it. But the boy who got his 6 words right, he once again outscored his teammates.
He was very proud.
Then it was Miss Gymnastics’ turn again. As expected, and fresh out of gymnastics class, she aced the balancing tests.
The boys were once again stunned. 😊
“You’re not competing with them,” I said to her. “They’re testing individual brain activity.”
“I scored higher than them,” she responded. She didn’t care, she just wanted to be better than them.
Little trooper girl. 😍
Well what’s a little good-spirited competition, is what I was thinking. Keeps those boys alert and on their toes.
It was fun, though, hearing about it. I can only picture it, the boys reaction to my girl’s higher results. Interestingly enough, my son had nothing to say when he came home…they’re already so competitive amongst each other, I can only imagine what he must have been feeling.
At least he wasn’t the only boy who scored different from his sister. At least he felt a sense of community with his buddies from his team…
But in all seriousness, concussion management is huge here in Canada with minor sports. And with both kids in competitive hockey and ringette, as well as baseball, it makes sense to take the annual baseline test. We have seen hockey boys out with concussions (and home from school) for more than a week…the protocol to return to the sport varied and in some cases lasted as long as three weeks.
Aside note: a few years ago my son had a baseball game where a boy on the opposing team, playing an outfield position, missed a fly ball which dropped on his head. The boy collapsed and an ambulance was called. No doubt he sustained a serious concussion.
We’ve been lucky, neither of my kids have, so far, had a concussion. Knock on wood it stays that way.
Now we have the baseline test completed for another year, and with hockey season already underway, we are ready once again to cheer on those kids.
Which leads me to wonder, in which bin up in the attic did I stored the winter gear? I almost froze to death during yesterday’s hockey game.