September 2006 Archives
...and don't ever, no matter how much I beg... don't ever feed me after midnight.
My most wonderful Fara (everybody say a quick thank you to God for Fara, Dr. Bogaev's nurse!) is faxing a release this afternoon to The Scooter Store, informing them that they may have me back on Monday, if they don't run me around the track a buncha times or make me lift anything heavy!
I love Fara! I can't wait to get back to my people! However, if I wake up Monday morning with one of those head-split open Gremlin headaches, Fara says I'm not allowed to go. Just TRY not to get any headaches this weekend, she said. You got it. I'll do my best.
... Because on Monday, I'm getting SEVENTY-FIVE STAPLES OUT OF MY HEAD AND A HAIRCUT. Any suggestions?
I consistently remember dates/birthdays/anniversaries, that mold lives. What changes you, changes others when you tell them your story...
Alan Jackson sang, "Where Were You?" on the Today Show this morning, and I was immediately transported to a cool September morning, five years ago in Atlantic City. Five years already? Can it have been? Well, let's see, if I was twenty-five when Magic automated nights and I decided to move to the ocean in a weekend...
Once again, I felt the breeze on my face from the calendar pages whipping backwards. I see the lush trees on Route Nine clearly. Caramel coffee helps jog the memory.
I had a VERY good day today. A Dr. Bogaev visit always has that effect, because as soon as you leave his office, you know you're not in grave danger, and you remember that there is hope.
Then, Erik thought the scenic, Hill Country-not-interstate route home would be best for me, considering my itsy bitsy bout of cabin fever. But since I got up early and showered this morning and put on deoderant and real clothes and had to sign some paperwork at work anyway...
Erik has used many fasteners to attach the guaze, to keep the Neosporin happy - duct tape, medical tape, packing tape, band-aids, and a package of small nails that my parents bought while here (thanks!). Erik is an excellent nurse, I have the best neurosurgeon there is anywhere, and today we're home. Whew. This one went pretty quick.
When you have the best people taking care of you, Brain Surgery becomes almost EASY.
Gonna go rinse some of this Halloween-y dried blood outta my hair now. I'm finally scheduled to shower today!
