In the Hilary vs brain surgery event, the brain surgery won.
So it appears.
I am beginning to get some appetite back. I walk, escorted, once or twice a day.
I use a lot of ice on the back of my neck/head.
If I try to do something, say......make tea, by the time it is done, I have to rest those muscles in the back of my neck/head. They were severely disturbed, and they are very unhappy.
My pain is pretty much controlled, well, in my world, anyway.
I won't do narcotics, so it's Tylenol, ice, and an occasional Flexeril.
It's not that I'm being tough, but I just choose to deal with a certain amount of pain, and feel like myself, rather than have less pain and be drugged and nauseous.
I have yet to go to the studio, which pains me, but I know I need to rest.
And Lois is doing a fantastic job of taking charge. I wouldn't expect a bit less.
My sweet friend Alice comes every day and takes Roy for a long walk. Bless her.
My bff Sheila comes by with lunch from our fave cafe.
But most of all, DH is guaranteed angel wings. He shops and cooks and waits on me, and then on top of that, he runs himself ragged for my mother, who is mostly clueless.
Although, she does what she can to help me, too.
I am so grateful to everyone.
I am trying to be patient, but will admit it, just yesterday I dreamt of a loom.
Oh, yes, and Roy.......he would like to be called Nurse Roy for now, if you don't mind.