OK, today will be day 9 since they cut my ear from top to bottom around the back, and pealed my ear forward (basically, off), then they took a piece of skull from my head, and opened up the cavity a bit more, so my endolymphatic sac would have more room, and I, hopefully, will have much less vertigo.
That’s the jest of it, and as you can imagine, it takes some time to recover from this. A bit more than 8 days.
For a week, I had constant vertigo, could not even get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Then it started to settle down, I started to walk again, I believed I was on the mend (still do, but no thanks to me.) Yes, two days of improvement, and I think I can conquer the world…or at least the bathtub.
I’ve had a very hard time hearing recently …the past couple of days or so. I hear about every third word my husband says. I sound like a parrot who only knows hot to say, “What?” The TV sounds like it has a broken speaker. The tinnitus has been going crazy. I’ve been getting more and more frustrated. Not only because my hearing seems to be all wonky….in my right ear…my better hearing ear, but also because I am so tired of being dependent on someone else for everything!
Yesterday, I think a lot of the sleepless nights, and being a constant caregiver started to take its toll on my husband. He was worn out. I wanted something so badly, but I wasn’t about to ask him for it. I wanted him to rest, and I was already feeling bad about how I was treating him. When I get scared and frustrated…well, I sometimes start a fight. I think I just want to be in control of something.
So I got all hot under the collar, and got up and went in the bathroom.
And took a Bath! Yes, this is the part where you can say…ARE YOU STUPID, or CRAZY, or just what ever word you want to use to show I was not using the best judgement. But oh, the water felt so nice, I relaxed so much, I dozed off for just a moment…then Stuart came in to check on me. (what a guy, I blow up at him for nothing, and he still comes to check on me.) I thought, perhaps now would be a good time to soap up, rinse off, and get out of the tub while I have him there to watch over and help me.
All went pretty well, until I started to get up and out of the tub. Then it all fell apart! Stuart always wants to help, but I’m not a small girl, he only has about 30 lbs on me. So I’m always afraid he will hurt himself, or we’ll end up falling together. Plus…I’m like a kid sometimes…”NO, I can DO IT! Let me DO IT!” you understand.
Stuart was close, and trying to help me as much as I’d let him, and I slipped. My knee hit the bottom of the tub, both ankles bent under me, and I hit my head on either the wall or the side of the tub. I lost it. I completely broke down. Not because I was hurt that much, but because I did something so stupid. (When I say I completely broke down, I mean sobbing and heaving and not being able to catch my breath because I was so upset. I started to get dizzy, I started to feel sick….I had to calm down, but I couldn’t. I knew taking a bath was beyond my limits right now, but I just had to do it! How many times have I encouraged others not to do what I did tonight? To take care of yourself, to listen to your body? If you don’t take care of yourself, you won’t be able to help others… Did I practice what I preach? Heck no.
So now I have two twisted ankles, a bruised and slightly twisted knee, and a very small sore spot on my head. I’ve had my legs elevated and ice on everything. It looks better…we’ll see how it feels in the morning. (I really hope I haven’t sent my recovery backward.) It really doesn’t hurt any longer, I’m hoping it will all just be a bad memory in the morning.
Then to top everything off, I started to put on this oversized t-shirt I like to sleep in, and caught the neckline on my ear! Yes…that ear! Hours later and it still hurt. Luckily, I didn’t rip open the incision. Sturart says it looks good. A little red at the bottom, but I think that’s because it’s itching and I keep rubbing spot right under the incision so I won’t scratch it!
So the next time you think about doing something that you know your body really isn’t up to…take it from me…Don’t do it!!
Take care of yourself.
I hope my husband can have a little off time tomorrow or some day very soon. A friend is coming to visit soon, she wants to give Stuart a little time off….at least a few hours. (thanks Linda). I hope he will take it.
What bothers me the most about all of this. Stuart was already exhausted, then he had to save me, and take a lot of time taking care of me, all because I was just dumb.