So 16 days past surgery and all I feel I've been doing is sleeping and watching Maury Povich. I won't lie - my favorite episodes are the paternity test shows. They're completely addicting.
I still feel like shit, taking a Norco 10 twice daily with tylenol. I still need the Meclizine and Zofran, which the surgeon said I shouldn't need anymore. But I definitely know when I don't get them, and it's not good. I was down to Norco 5 by the time I was in inpatient physical therapy after surgery 1, down to just Tylenol when I got home. Certainly more than 2 weeks later I should feel better. But I don't. I woke up crying last night with pain because I needed more meds.
I am so tired I can hardly bring myself to do anything all day. Even when I do get up and do things, it's so minimal before I get tired and just want to crash. It cannot be normal to be exhausted after hanging Christmas stockings!
Plus there are some family issues that drain me emotionally. To the point that I can literally feel my blood pressure raise and it becomes hard to breathe and think rationally. I hope it all works itself out soon. I don't think I can take anymore of a certain someone's nonsense before I choke her.
Merry Christmas everyone!
But re: my brain surgeries update, seriously...I had half of my 70-something staples removed this week. Holy shit they hurt coming out. Twice as painful as the first 70 after my previous surgery. Then again, everything related to this surgery is twice as painful. Read my note above about the meds I'm still taking. The nurse was about to remove them, and immediately said there was more swelling than there should have been and ordered a CT Stat. Great. More abnormalities.
Turns out there's some swelling and still some fluid in there (ugh), but not enough to be concerned. Just take out half the staples, the other half will come out next week. Only Rob can't KEEP taking time off work, so Dad is taking me. The scabs from the staples they took out ITCH, the staples that are still in there hurt and limit my mobility. So I'm still a whiny mess.
But work has continued to be awesome and understanding. They reassured me my job wasn't in jeopardy (whew! since I don't quality for FMLA), though the doctor STILL hasn't done the short term disability paperwork...which means no paycheck for Stacey since October. And it's starting to hurt, especially with the holidays coming up.
