chapter 3: the aftermath
my incision is healing nicely. it's itchy as hell, but it looks much better, and the range of motion in my neck is increasing daily. i'm feeling more and more like a normal person each day.
however, i'm still incredibly tired, i'm still tingling quite a lot, my neck is still very sore, and i still have occasional bouts of nausea. my appetite's not quite back, but it's coming. yesterday i had bloodwork done, and today dr. marden called with the results. whaddya know? my calcium level's back down to 7.6. fucking sweet.
so things are complicated. mom is talked about me moving in to my dorm on monday, but then coming home and not staying overnight, because i may need to go back to uw-hospital. this really is not good, i have to say. it's really bad that we had to cut surgery so close to moving in. i can't even believe it--i'm moving in in a day and a half. i'm nowhere near being mentally prepared. i can't even grasp the concept. i'm not enjoying being in this position, and i've been in relatively low spirits. i don't really know what it is...last night i was overcome with a very depressive sort of emotion that i can't pinpoint. i was lonely and exhausted and depressed. my thoughts are racing. i suppose this is the aftermath of surgery and the beginning of a huge transition, but i'm just so tired. it's hard to deal with everything right now when all i want to do is give my body adequate time to heal and recover. this is really no fun at all.
i really have no idea what's going to happen. since it's a weekend, i won't know till monday morning, which is cutting it as close as you possibly can, since i'm moving out at 11 am. fucking ridiculous. i suppose worst-case scenario would be hypo-calcium and hypo-thyroid for the rest of my life and would need to be on calcium and thyroid supplements for the rest of my life. sounds like a grand old time. *sigh*
i suppose i'll go lay down. again.
however, i'm still incredibly tired, i'm still tingling quite a lot, my neck is still very sore, and i still have occasional bouts of nausea. my appetite's not quite back, but it's coming. yesterday i had bloodwork done, and today dr. marden called with the results. whaddya know? my calcium level's back down to 7.6. fucking sweet.
so things are complicated. mom is talked about me moving in to my dorm on monday, but then coming home and not staying overnight, because i may need to go back to uw-hospital. this really is not good, i have to say. it's really bad that we had to cut surgery so close to moving in. i can't even believe it--i'm moving in in a day and a half. i'm nowhere near being mentally prepared. i can't even grasp the concept. i'm not enjoying being in this position, and i've been in relatively low spirits. i don't really know what it is...last night i was overcome with a very depressive sort of emotion that i can't pinpoint. i was lonely and exhausted and depressed. my thoughts are racing. i suppose this is the aftermath of surgery and the beginning of a huge transition, but i'm just so tired. it's hard to deal with everything right now when all i want to do is give my body adequate time to heal and recover. this is really no fun at all.
i really have no idea what's going to happen. since it's a weekend, i won't know till monday morning, which is cutting it as close as you possibly can, since i'm moving out at 11 am. fucking ridiculous. i suppose worst-case scenario would be hypo-calcium and hypo-thyroid for the rest of my life and would need to be on calcium and thyroid supplements for the rest of my life. sounds like a grand old time. *sigh*
i suppose i'll go lay down. again.