Well today’s entry is pretty much going to be both a personal entry and a CI journal entry, because all my personal life has been about since the surgery is the recovery. So, today is exactly one week since I had the surgery.
I had the surgery Monday, March 1st, and everything seemed to go fine at first,during the first hour after I woke up, but lots of complications arose during the course of the week, like a blister on my eardrum and nerves that were supposed to be numb but weren’t (so I felt and still feel ALL the pain), major constipation from the painkillers and dizziness and ringing so bad I wanted to die. Oh yeah, let’s not forget the intense neck pain from my head being twisted around AND a cold that left my throat so sore I couldn’t swallow the very day after surgery.
So I spent the last week basically bedridden and didn’t get out of it until Sunday, March 7th, except for when I had to go see Dr. Baker Tuesday and Friday to have the area checked and bandaged changed and then removed.. The whole week Nick had to help me do everything, even find the bathroom because I didn’t know left from right or up from down. Finally today I’m back on the computer because I can see the screen through the dizziness enough to be able to read it and type. That and I need to distract myself from going truly insane from the dizziness and ringing and pain. I can’t stand to be in bed anymore. I have to go on with life even if I’m miserable.
Nick and I are afraid of the possibility that the ringing and dizziness from the meniere’s disease being made even worse (and me, the pain) might be permanent as we feared before the surgery, but the doctor keeps saying it will go away and we are hanging on to that, because we have to. I hope this damned implant is going to be worth everything I am going through right now. There have been many times I broke down crying through out the week and regretted doing this. Nick has been wonderful with me through this, I don’t know what I would have done without him. He’s been an absolute angel and I love him so much, and I know he loves me.
I don’t know what I am going to do if this miserable hell ends up being permanent and/or the implant doesn’t work on top of it all, but I am trying not to think about that right now because all I can do is deal with what’s going on right now in the here and now. I have enough to deal with just making my way through the house without falling or getting hurt, not killing myself from the insanity that ensues when the ringing gets too loud, and doing anything I can to ignore the feeling of someone bashing my head in with a hammer. Painkillers and valium help a lot, but the side effects of those drugs are almost as undesirable as what they help. I’ve found that as long as I stay still and don’t move around too much, it all calms down and it’s not so bad. But the point is, I have to live life, I can not and will not spend the rest of my life in bed. I am going to live my life dammit, come hell or high water. Well, try anyway.
That said, on to the fun stuff. Humor and fun is what gets us through the hard times, right? Thought you guys might enjoy the picture of my head, taken 5 days after the surgery. (The bandage didn’t come off until then). Yummy, eh?
(Note: You can click on the picture and it will take you to another website that has a larger version of the pic on there.)

P.S. Even though it looks like they shaved a lot, you really can’t see anything when my hair is down. Thank goodness!! At least THAT went right for me! But… I can’t get it wet until Monday, March 15 (two weeks after surgery)… so washing my hair has been a BITCH. (Again, thank goodness for Nick.)