This is normally the kind of stuff I would post in my blog, but since everyone including my family and all the people I work with read it, I try not too post overly-emotional or work related things there. Plus, I've been feeling very lonely lately and wanted to share with people who may have "been there, done that".
Yesterday I went for my six week postop visit with my neurosurgeon. It basically went like this- I arrived at 8:35 to sign in for my 9am appointment. Finally got called back at 9:20. The whole appointment was less than 10 minutes, maybe more like 5. First thing the Dr asked "What things are bothering you since the surgery?" I thought "Oh geeze, where to start?" but brought up my face first, since it's the most obvious. He said he thought it looked better, like it had more tone and he said he saw some twitching movements (which is funny since I haven't seen a thing and I see it all the time..). When I questioned him about timing he said he had high hopes it would recover in about 9 months to a year. So that's the good news, but it's really the only thing we talked about on my list of "bothers" because it was so rushed. So then he went on to say my balance looked a lot better (which I guess is a fair assessment when now I'm walking and last time he saw me I wasn't), did a quick neuro assessment, and basically said everything is normal and go back to regular life.
In one fell swoop he removed all my restrictions, from "24 hour supervision" and "no bending at the waist" to "no driving" and "don't go to work yet". A pretty wide range of stuff! Originally, in the hospital, he had signed work disability papers out through Nov 22nd, and I was feeling nervous about
that. So to be told to, essentially, go back to work tonight (I work night shift), I got pretty upset. My surgeon's apparently pretty big on working as much as and as soon as possible. Now I'll admit I probably have some hang ups regarding working that need to be figured out that are independent of the surgery recovery, but I'm still not sure recovery-wise that I'm ready, either. As I've been telling everyone "I might be fine, but I might not, and I don't want my patients to be the ones to find out."
So anyway, I asked the Dr about the original date of the 22nd, and saying I wanted more time to work with therapy (which he said, over the phone a month ago, I didn't need.. therapy disagreed and fought for me) on my shaking left hand. He said something about how I wouldn't be any worse off than the older nurses that shake and for a second I laughed and said "well that's true." But then the more I thought about it the more upset I got. I'm not one of those old nurses, I'm 24. And he knows I'm a nurse and he's a doctor, how would he like it if I told HIM, "Oh don't worry about it. You're right handed anyway and won't shake anymore than those
old surgeons.."
So, being very emotional and probably a little unreasonable lately, I cried the whole way home, cried to my mother and mother-in-law, and cried until my husband made me go take a nap. I can't explain exactly how I'm feeling. The best I can get to is "I'm tired of everyone telling me everything is going to be fine and go back to normal when I don't feel fine or normal!" I guess since I look okay (aside from the droopy face), people assume I am okay. They don't see the conscious effort going into every step, or the way I watch movies now while thinking "I'll get it soon!" and never do until it's over and my husband explains it. It's like my efforts to work hard and look and act "normal" have backfired on me.
I talked to my physical therapist about it, as she's awesome and has essentially become my case manager in addition to my therapist. She was pretty flabbergasted. She said "I think you're doing really great and showing amazing recovery, and I think you'd be ready to go back [to work] in a few weeks, but to be honest I'd be a little nervous about you going back tomorrow.." She had also said I should ask about maybe going back starting with 4 hour shifts and working up to my normal 12 (not sure how well the brain will work at 5am...), something the surgeon said I definitely should not do, since I don't want to get a label of a "disabled employee" or something.
I haven't even tried driving yet, so there's the whole thing of getting to work, too. :p Plus it's not like I really have time with twice a week PT and OT, a follow up with the ENT, and a follow up with my corneal specialist in the next two weeks - haha!
Anyway, I'm not sure what I'm looking for here, but I guess I hoped for more out of my six week visit, including
maybe some sympathy for how tough this has been and continues to be. If anyone has any ideas on what exactly I'm trying to say and can say it better, maybe that would help. Sorry this ended up so whiney and emotional! Maybe I should move this to the Emotional Issues forum (and I will if the mods so decide and tell me how..). I certainly know that people have had it worse than me and have coped better than me, I just can't get myself motivated to be tougher!
Thanks all!