And she replied, "Can't you just let me sleep?"
Yesterday was a long day here. A very nice friend hauled me around for the appointments, and we picked up Penny at the end of the day. She saw me and sniffed my shoes for a minute, and then headed over to the play area where she's spent her time for the past two weeks.
When we got home, she explored everything, then promptly got on her spot on the staircase landing and rolled over for a belly rub. I knew things would be okay from that point on.
Our first stop yesterday was the dentist at noon. He replaced the veneer on my front tooth with the permanent and cemented it in place. We left and drove over to a restaurant about ten minutes away. We ordered and while sipping on tea the blasted thing fell off. Back to the dentist. Apparently the cement they used was defective. Second time it worked perfectly. I have my smile back.
I always say I have to do everything twice. (insert eye roll here)
Then just enough time to make it to my neurosurgeon appointment. He is very pleased with my progress. X-rays showed the plate and screws in place. The big bandage on the front of my neck came off. He said he just had one stitch to remove, and he tugged on it. Ouchie!!! That thing hurt!!! It may have only been "one stitch" but it was a running stitch the length of the incision. And it was a six inch piece of wire, not thread! This guy needs a lesson in stitching terminology! Seriously!
Anyway, I'm left with paper like butterfly strips that he said will come off in the shower. It feels so good to get that hunking bandage off.
I have to wear the neck brace for six to eight more weeks. I hate that thing. It's awful to try to sleep in. I have to sleep on a 45 degree wedge. I've never been a back sleeper, so it's hard to get comfortable and it makes my lower back hurt. But at this point I'll do what I have to do to get my life back. Next appointment is four weeks.
I asked about flying. I thought since I'm off, I might be able to go home for a while.
He said I have no control over the knocks and bumps that might happen while I'm flying, and he doesn't want to take the chance. This is disappointing. I'll talk to him about that again at the next appointment. Maybe the fusion will be far enough along at that point that he'll have a change of heart. I'll plead and grovel. That didn't work on the ambulance guys, but I'm willing to try my hand at that again. Maybe I've been on the Left Coast so long that I've lost my ability to play the simpering Southern Belle. Of course, I was truly never very good at that but I'm not past trying anything at this point!
The last stop was the market! Hooray! There's food in the house and lots of fruit and juices! (Darn, I meant to hop on the scale at the doctor's office but I forgot. My jeans are looser, so I'm sure I left a few pounds at the hospital.) I was sick of soup and Jell-O, but I couldn't decide what I wanted last night. I settled on a bagel. I was hurting a lot by this time, so I went to bed and slept for 12 hours!
Today is another day. I woke up hurting a bit, but the pain pill has kicked in now. I want to do more scooting and twirling today. It's kind of funny to watch me doing that. Since I can't look down with the brace on, I have to bend at the waist. But the weirdest part is trying to position my glasses on my nose so that I can see out of the proper bifocal. I've been constantly pushing and pulling on them since I got home. The things we take for granted!
I promise no more long blog posts. And hopefully future posts will be quilt-related!!!