After all the warnings from previous procedures that my pressure could spike afterward…and it didn’t…well, I thought it just wasn’t going to happen to me.
My pressure spiked, and my head has been killing me. I’m taking Diamox to lower my pressure, and that scared the bejebez out of me. (No, I have no idea how to spell Bejebez but if you use phonics, it sounds right…doesn’t it?) Any way, I’m petrified that I’ll get my pressure too low, and start spinning and all of that mess.
I’m having the weirdest tinnitus in my left ear. Sounds like a rail road train, (sometimes), other times, it sounds like a very loud squeaky swing….and just all kids of things…but that’s not the weird part. It changes if I put my hand near my ear. If I touch around my ear, it gets louder! And if I hic-up (which I seem to do very often), it has a very loud DING-DONG. Driving me insane.
Think I may have taken too much Diamox yesterday (Dr. Gray was pretty vague on how much to take, take it until the headache stops. Up to 1500mg at one time…notice not in one day…but at one time.) Feeling kind of lost there, but since I couldn’t actually talk to her, well, Stuart doesn’t think to ask some things. But yesterday, the world was spinning, I was amazed I wasn’t throwing up. The world was really moving!!
I’ve spent the last 6 days in bed. Well,, I tried to get up to the couch a couple of times…so I was probably up for about 3 hours total.
I feel so helpless. Stuart usually has to help me get to the bathroom…even pull my pants down…how humiliating! And then the most humiliating thing…and I really thought I was better about this…is when he has to give me a suppository. I just feel so …. dependent…helpless…and just icky. When your husband sees you naked, it shouldn’t be to put medication up your butt! Or help you go to the bathroom! Yuck.
I feel like I have some terminal illness, and I’m just waiting to die. It reminds me so much about taking care of my mother when she was so sick. I know she never planned for her daughter to have to do private things for her.
And to top it all off, my hearing aid BROKE! For the second time!
You may remember this picture below when I was showing off my new hearing aids:
For the second time now, I was cleaning my hearing aid, just rubbing it gently with a tissue, and the little part that holds it in your hear, has snapped off. I’d only had the second hearing aid for about a week. I’m so ticked! I’m asking them to make me a new one out of the same stuff the right one is made from. It is a much sturdier material. The clear plastic, just cracks, like old dried up plastic does. It’s so strange. I’m getting a hearing test on Sept. 6th, and they will order the new hearing aid then. (I think they have to make a new mold for this type of insert.)
I think that’s all for today.
I did want to mention, If you liked seeing and hearing about how my art has been helping me through all of this, I started a new blog that just talks about that. It’s called Create To Heal . Come see me, let me know what you think. Join me in my journey. Create Art. Have Fun. Feel Better!