For the obvious reasons, I’m extremely thankful at this year’s Thanksgiving.
I’m thankful for:
✤ Surviving my ruptured brain aneurysm.
✤ That God guides the hands of my neuroradiologist during
surgery.
✤ My employer and co-workers for showing their support.
✤ My family’s love and constant support.
✤ Dave, for being by my side every day of my 20-day hospital stay, as well as putting up with me at home 24/7!
How about you?
When I left my visit from work, I was very tired and my eyes and balance were bothering me, but I needed to run into Rite Aid and give them my new insurance info. Well, I suppose I didn’t NEED to go in, but I thought I’d give it a try since I need a few more items and thought it would be easier for me to go in and get them myself, rather than explain exactly what I needed to Dave. I wish I had!
The hairspray wasn’t difficult, but when I hit the toothpaste aisle….issues! I had trouble focusing. Had trouble concentrating on what items I needed to get. It was odd, frustrating and I got a little ill.
Once we got out of there, I was dizzy. I had to close my eyes on the way home and went right to bed when I got home. Still not feeling great, but I couldn’t get to sleep. I am just NOT a napper! LOL
So, that was my first test at going into a store. I guess I can’t do it just yet! Sorry Dave!
I stopped in at work today for a visit. It was great to see everyone and strange to be there and not go to work, but
I’m just not ready yet. I need to feel good for a string of days, not just one or two here and there. I certainly can’t drive yet.
I think people were expecting to see me with a scarf on my head covering a scar of some kind. Most don’t realize my incision was through my groin and it was only a puncture wound. No hair loss or scalp removal….again, I was very lucky. So, I’m pretty sure they’re remarks that I looked good, was that they were expecting something a little more ghastly.
I was pooped when I left.
My family has a little bit of a tradition that whenever someone in our family is ill, we give them a “Get Better Bear”. My sister Dori kept this tradition alive by getting me a “GB Bear” for my stay in the hospital. A real comfort from home.
Then along the journey I received three other bears! Some people knew of the tradition, others didn’t, but it somehow fit. They all share a spot on my bedside table now keeping me company and watching over me. They, as well as all the prayers and cards I received, have helped in my recovery.
Besides, who can resist a fuzzy, cute little bear! It just makes you feel better!
Not to be confused with the “Care Bears” I made reference to in my first entry!
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