Today is about the same as yesterday.
Still can’t move my head without the world spinning. I tried to ease myself up…first slowly into a sitting position, waiting a long time each time I raised a little more. I thought I was at the point of sitting up, but boy was I wrong.
Dr. Kaylie said this kind of thing is possible, and to take more Valium. From the people I’ve talked to who have had this surgery, I think it’s a bit more than possible, I’m thinking it’s pretty common. The Valium helps a little, I can move my head a little bit, and don’t feel like I’m going to barf all the time…thank you to whoever invented Phenergan! I’m glad to hear this will end, if I thought I had to live like this all the time, I think they would have to lock me away because I would go crazy.
Stuart and I have are handling things pretty well. I’m less horrified by him having to help me with all my personal needs. (I must say, I never realized I peed as much as I do, I knew I drank a lot, but wow! You really notice it when you have to ask for help with it, you become acutely aware.) My husband has such a wonderful attitude, and is so generous and compassionate. It’s funny how we never seem to see the virtues other’s see in us. Stuart does not see that he is a very good person!
My ear is draining now. The swelling is less, I’m wondering if that’s why it wasn’t draining? Too swollen? The drainage is very bloody. And I have to change the cotton in my ear about every hour.
My biggest challenge now is sleeping. I have a very hard time falling asleep because when I close my eyes the world spins even more. Finally, when I’m so exhausted I will drift off. Waking is even harder on me. Every time I wake up I feel worse. The vertigo is worse, the pain is worse….
I sure hope this starts to level off soon. At least to the point where I can get to the bathroom.
Wouldn’t it be a great Christmas present to have this surgery work, and have my vertigo greatly reduced? (I hope I’ve recovered to a manageable state by then!)
I do so wish Stuart had some help. He keeps getting mad at himself because he can’t get more done. Taking care of me, looking for a job, cleaning the house, doing laundry, taking care of all meals, taking care of the pets…but he feels he’s not doing enough.
Yes, we need to get some things on eBay, the sooner the better, for Christmas. (he has some very expensive Lego sets that could make someone very happy, and us a little more solvent.) We also need to put the Honda up for sale. That would help our finances a lot. These things are important, but he can’t do it all. Yes, he’s a super man, but he’s not Superman. But you know, I can’t see Superman actually cooking and cleaning, or being a nurse maid.
I have been running a low grade fever, usually at night, but it’s not high enough to worry about. I’m pretty sick of TV, and I can only look at the computer for so long. Reading is alright, but again, I can’t do it for long. Words just start running together.