The doctor yesterday said I should take my progress "one week at a time".
It's been a week since the accident and I'm officially ready to vent.
I'm depressed. My eyes don't work together, so blurry-and-double vision means mild throw-up feelings unless I'm napping or I shut one eye (doesn't matter which eye). It's sunny and 75 degrees but I can't go for a run. My pool ID is ready to be picked up but I can't go for a swim. My helmet is cracked so I can't go for a ride. Words jump around the page when I read, even straight hallways swerve, and my only reprieve is my afternoon 3-hour nap. I can't even sip a beer on my balcony to celebrate summer vacation.
"It could be worse", they say.
"It'll get better."
"This is normal."
Yeah, I get that. I can still be pissed about it for a day, right?
P.S. The traumatic brain injury specialist guy rated my cognitive ability in the "high average to superior" range. I'm going to paraphrase it to mean I'm the smartest person he's ever met.
3 comments:
Lol! I really like your humor in the face of what you are dealing with! It does get better...and sometimes it plateaus and gets worse, but then chugs right along again.
I have no doubt you are the smartest person that doc has ever met.
I'm sorry for this, honestly.
Vent away. It sucks. Yes, it could be worse, but it still totally sucks.
I hope Maggie didn't mean she's sorry that you're the smartest person this doc ever met... that doesn't sound quite right...
Ouch, I'm sorry this isn't over yet. We're all out here rejoicing that you're okay and really, you aren't quite yet. Yep, Sucks. I wish we could help somehow, but I don't know a way. Still your beautiful brain will be back soon. Not as soon as we'd like, but remember you have a longer way to go than us average folks...
Hugs to you and love, you'll get there, and we're here to listen to the venting every day if need be.
Love,Peg
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