About every two or three minutes I start thinking, “What is that strange smell?”
It’s the baby lotion on the wound on the back of my neck.
All right everyone, time for a medical update. I had three, yes, three doctor’s appointments this week, two yesterday and one today. In addition, last week I got one of my two broken teeth fixed by the dentist. I have to see an endodontist before the dentist will work with the sheered off tooth. I have enough tooth to cover the gum and it honestly doesn’t hurt. But a root test is necessary.
My osteopathic doctor says my alignment in my neck looks wonderful. He was also duly impressed with the progress of my arm as I am getting more and more movement back in it everyday. For those just tuning in, the broken C5 somehow hurt the nerve in that area that controls the function in my right arm. I have firing in my bicep at a 3/5 rating (it was 0 when we started) and, with the collar off permanently now, I can have my shoulder worked properly. My prognosis is very hopeful. The word phenomenal was bandied about as even beginning to heal from this injury would take longer. What can I say, I’m a hard worker.
I still have a long road ahead. I can’t say for certain how long it will take before I regain the full motion of my arm. Driving remains off limits, which is cool, for me it’s mostly a spectator sport anyways. I can still write and sew beautiful things so my life is pretty much back to some area of normal. To my knowledge, it can take up to a year to regain all use and even then it may not be 100%. But honestly, I can live with almost.
For those keeping track, I will always have a broken neck as a piece of my C5 is now missing. The doctor and his team did an incredible job of fixing me. I have little or no pain and I am, as I said, well on track to recovery. I don’t feel broken. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. I still feel like a whole person. Honestly, I’m more pissed about the scars on my right arm than I am the back of my neck. I never look at the back of my neck.
Additionally, I don’t depress easily. I anger probably way too quickly but being sad or down isn’t really part of my personality makeup. So if I don’t seem as down as I should be about this experience, I’m not. So if you talk to me and I seem happy, I am and looking forward as my darkest days are behind me. My glasses aren’t rose colored, just a very nice pink. And they weren’t broken in the crash.
Okay, my neurologist is happy with my progress. She assures me my occasional dizzy spells are perfectly natural for someone who was concussed. Considering a tree fell on us with only a thin sheet of metal for protection, I am indeed fortunate to still have most of my cards in the deck. Let’s face it, the ones that were gone were lost years before the wreck. We all know it.
Finally, I am done with wound therapy save a final checkup in two weeks. My neck wound is healing beautifully and, again, the word phenomenal was bandied about. One of the nurses suggested the baby lotion to add in the healing, hence the smell haunting me. I think it will help a lot with the final stage.
So, what have I taken away with me in this experience? I have to be who I am to be happy. Who I truly am is what got me through this experience. There is nothing life can throw at me that can make me flinch now. The odds of something like this happening are so astronomical that I know I have to go out and grab life and live it. A cocoon isn’t a safe place. Fluttering through the air helps one to survive. There is very little to fear now.
- Current Mood: hopeful