His Left Temporal Lobe Leaked

Chapter 30 - One Month After

One Month After.

Week one. The pain was like nothing I've felt so far. I took the strong pain meds prescribed to be every 6 hours for 14 days because it felt impossible to sleep. My head was continuously throbbing all day every day. When the headaches kicked in, that made it worse. I had no energy to have an appetite which sucked because I knew I had to eat! Eating was challenging.

Week two. I still felt like a rechargeable battery that hasn't been charged in forever. Getting light headed anytime I sat up. I slowly started getting the energy to handle a spoon in my hand. Lifting my spoon lead to finally eating a Greek yogurt, and actually finishing it. I felt like I was getting somewhere.

Week three. The frustration starts to kick in. I can't stand laying in bed all day, and only getting up to pee. I need to get out of here, I'm trapped and need to feel free so finally I've decided to challenge myself. As I slowly walked up to my apartment door with confidence, I opened it. The hallways have rails to hold onto, so it felt safe. One step after another, I slowly walked up and down the hall twice. Phew! That felt like a gym session because once I went back home, I fell asleep instantly. Actually, I didn't wake up till the morning after, but it was really early.

Week 4. My mother is living in the same building, but 5 floors lower than me. I surprised everyone by slowly reaching the elevator, and walking to her apartment. Oh man, my energy to have an appetite was increasing and after making my mother and others happy the first thing I asked was "Can I take one of Grandmas strawberry yogurts?".

One month has passed. I started questioning myself. Have I lost a part of myself by getting this surgery? I used to be organized and on top of everyday tasks, but now it's like I'm unorganized or never on time. Speaking of time, once I spend 15 minutes deciding what I'll be doing next, sometimes I won't do it till 3 hours after. It's frustrating sometimes. Sometimes means most of the time lately because time seems to go by faster than ever.
I got on my knees last Saturday and sent out a thank you to god as I prayed. God thank you for letting me live, if it's not too much to ask please guide me back to being normal and organized, normal and on time. Amen. Lately I've felt overwhelmed and lonely though...

Now it's time for the next step. In July, I speak to my neurologist to start testing me. As my doctor lowers my medication dosage, little by little we will see if I have another seizure or not.

P.S I love my new scar. It looks bad ass, and it tells a story.