I learned the hard way this week, that I can NOT sew anymore until after surgery. On Tuesday night I hemmed the new curtains for Kate’s room and made a quite valence out of the fabric I cut off the bottom. It was no more than an hour of work, but completely knocked me out of commission for 24 hours. Within 15 minutes of finishing one of the worst headaches I’ve had kicked in and kicked my butt. I went straight to bed in an attempt to kill it before it got any worse. The next morning I woke up even worse and called Cris in tears at 10am to come home. For the first time in 20 years, I wished that we could call an ambulance for treatments; I honestly didn’t know if I could make the 6 minute drive into Urgent Care.
One of the before surgery “to do” items on our list was to get the trailer put back together and get out camping at least once this season (we’ve been out of commission this summer due to a horrible water leak, which caused us to tear most of the trailer apart to fix the damage). We made the executive decision yesterday morning to put that on hold until next spring. We’d much rather take a day next weekend and try to go to Yellowstone one last time before the park closes for winter. There’s no need to make myself sick(er) by trying to plan and execute a weekend camping excursion.
We’re within days of signing the final drafts on our wills, medical directives, power of attorneys, etc. We started talking about all of this stuff before Kate was born but never got around to actually doing anything about it. After the Chiari diagnosis we felt, or more correctly, I felt it was imperative to get everything in order before surgery. I’m not being fatalistic; I’m not scared that I’ll die. It needed to be done. This was just the incident that kicked us into gear. Anyway, having to think about all of that stuff and make decisions is really hard.
Even with my sleeping pills, I’m struggling to sleep well. I take forever to fall asleep and wake up early. Unable to get anymore rest before needing to start the day. What sleep I do get is filled with strange, random dreams. I miss the nights of falling asleep easily and getting a blissful 8 hours of rest.
I’m starting to see glimpses of the stress all of this is putting on our household: behavioral issues with Kate, impatience in Cris, strained communication within our marriage. I wish none of this had to happen. I just hope we can all bounce back after recovery.
Today I’m tired, scared, hurting, angry, confused and optimistic.