I have four sessions left on my first post-op PT prescription (we’re asking for more), so we did a little testing today. I’m up several points on the rating scale from where I began one week after surgery. As of today, I can:
- Stand on one foot, both sides, for 60 seconds with eyes open
- Stand pointed (one foot directly in front of the other, heel to toe) for 60 seconds with eyes open and closed
- My gait has returned to normal, and I don’t wobble looking from left to right or from up to down as I stride
- I don’t need handrails on stairs
- I can walk over a mile
- BUT, I cannot stand either foot with eyes closed for more than a second or two. I tip over immediately.
All in all, not bad in the balance department.
Early mornings, just after waking up, I tend to get swimmy helping the kids get ready for school. Doing computer work for more than an hour gives me a thumping headache. My skull is suddenly very sore these past two days, too, which effects my sleep — as does the tinnitus. Blah, blah, blah.
The biggest issue is that I’m a perfectionist. Always have been. I know I’m going to have to find a way to get over this, but the hearing issue bugs me a lot psychologically. It’s not just the fact that I can’t hear out of that ear, and that what I do hear is annoying, but it’s the knowledge that something is wrong, broken, not right — that drives me crazy. It forces me to question everything. My decision to do the surgery. My choice of surgeon. The type of procedure. My recovery protocol. The smallest little thing like accidentally picking up my son after I cam home, or that time I burped and it hurt my head, or digging out the storm drains with a hoe. All of it. Did I do it? Could I have made a better call? Why me?
Self-pity ain’t cool. And it’s stupid to obsess over these things, I know, when much of my recovery is going well. Nothing can be done about it. But right now, for me, the obsessing is unavoidable. I’m hoping getting back to work in two weeks will push all of this back some and give me a little peace.
I actively seek out perspective now. Like this story, about a 12 year-old boy from New Zealand who is slowly going blind and wanted to see the Celtics play while he still could.