Looking Back

My nerves took their nose dive two years ago. I have recovered to the point of just a bad case of numb feet.
The other day my sister brought me a present. She had saved most of the note books I filled while I was trying to communicate when I had the thingie in my neck. The worst two weeks not being able to talk.
How could anybody read what I had written? It is hilarious. Looked like I had the pen in my teeth.
She also kept a calendar in my room and we all contributed to it. My visitors had marked comments when they came to see me. Apparently I was not that polite when I wanted to sleep and would tell them “thanks for visiting” before the visit even started. My sister brought soup on the same day as Federer won his 15th grand slam title. I got very excited on the day one of my other sisters brought me a purple popsicle. As lying in a hospital bed tends to create havoc with your digestive system, there are little drawings of poop, indicating a bad constipation day. I must have been pretty bloated because there are also drawings of a whale.
It was interesting to read the days I flexed a foot or an arm.
They wrote down all the different doctors that talked to me, I had a lot.
I got my bilateral dorsiflexion splints on the 19th.
I was in three different hospitals on seven different floors. One day someone wrote, “Today we had to play find the patient,” they didn’t know where I was.
I told the nurse to cut off the extra legs I had. Must have been some very good drugs that day. I had some very amazing hallucinations. I would start to realize that they were not real and had to drag myself out of them. One time I thought that my kids were kidnapped, I kept asking the nurse to tell me if they were OK. When she said we can call them but it is four in the morning I knew that it wasn’t real.
While I was in the hospital I got a package of stickers to put on my calendar. I gave them away to the hospital personal. I gave a gold star to the really nice physical therapist. I gave a frowny face to one set of the x-ray techs. I got pneumonia and I got x-rays every morning. They had to make me sit up and lift me to put the plate under my back. Some of the techs knew how painful it was and were really quick. But the ones who didn’t know how to do it quickly got bad stickers. Food people always got bad stickers.
The first time I got to shower has a gold star on that day. Actually there are quite a few gold stars. The first day I could flex my legs, the first day I got to the toilet myself (that day has two stars, must have been a big deal) the first time I sat up, first time I was in the parallel bars, first time I went outside. THE DAY I COULD TALK.
It left my husband and two boys, 14 and 20 to fend for themselves. That was a major concern for me as I am a stay home mom that does everything for them. I find out a lot latter that if they couldn’t cook it on the bar-be-que they didn’t eat it. Every take out joint in a ten mile radius is on speed dial.
There isn’t a point to this post. I just haven’t posted for a while and wanted to rant.