A bath tub? Nope.
A roof? Nope.
A tire? Nope.
A pierced belly button? Nope.
My DBS device quit doing me any good. My left side was trembly and getting weak. My balance was off.
I was having more problems than a cat in a room full of rockers.
Speaking of cats, my trembling hand bothered them.
Bayliss the dog was concerned. He likes me up moving around.
Ivy and the family voted unanimously I must stay prone as much as possible.
I would’ve been the lone dissent but I decided to just go along.
Two weeks ago it got worse. I was getting head pain and shoulder weirdness. Nausea was bad. I can’t not eat, but man I certainly didn’t want to. My glucose wasn’t cooperating. It was flying up and down. I think I was unconscious at least 3 times.
My memory is sketchy those two or three days.
Anywhoo, I go to the surgeon. He says “yep, here we go again”.
I got my head drilled, they placed a new thingy in and drained fluid and fixed a leak.
Don’t that sound all automotive?
Beck da wrecked head is up and running again.
Mileage be damned.
Surgeon told me today I was a pain in the butt. I took that as a compliment.
I’ve never talked with someone who had this type of surgery Beck. There are some interesting sources online but generally it’s hard to get how people experience the side effects and other matters. Thank God for your thread here.
Well i read somewhere that sometimes patients get involuntary muscle contractions, maybe tingling, uhmm unusual sensations. I figure these effects have to be less noticeable than symptoms people already have.
A friend with uncontrolled petit mal seizures fugued out and beat a friend with a brick one day. He has had two surgeries to remove part of his temporal lobe, which has helped.
He lost some memory/words. I was drinking beer at a bar. He pointed and asked what it was called. I told him “beer”. He got upset, told me of course it was beer, but what was the beer in so it wasn’t all over the bar. I told him it was a “glass”.
He sat thinking about it. Then he explained that the glass was made out of glass, but it was called a glass….
That’s a touching story about your friend with the temporal lobe surgery. I think what you might have been getting across was that ‘beer’ had a stronger association than other words and that he was nailing down the ‘glass’ associations. Your friend sounds like someone I would admire too.
Well, that’s kinda why I was awake. So they could adjust on the fly.
I use my hands to speak and trembling isn’t good so I had to make certain ASL signs they asked me for, during.
And they watched my thigh on one side. I had a grimace on my face they worked on.
It was hard, altho’ I wasn’t under anesthesia I did have drugs on board so I kept wanting to go to sleep. The guy(anesthesiologist?) kept saying “open your eyes, open your eyes”. IDK, I may have cussed a few times.
I heard them talking and joking. I was sure they were making fun of me, I made some remark, I guess cause the nurse assured me that wasn’t about me.
It wasn’t pleasant, but not as bad as you think.
So it sounded Beck like they were asking to keep your eyes open to maybe confirm you were still with them. Did they have you lying laterally when they were doing the surgery? I couldn’t imagine you were sitting when they did it but maybe that’s so.
I was restrained on my back and my head was clamped facing to the side.
A nurse kept pushing my arms down except when they were asking me to move them.
Beck It sounded like you were definitely holding your own when the doctors were all over you like that. I understand how you felt as I had a similar interaction with medical personnel yesterday. I kept negotiating with them in mind as well as out loud.
Like I said, I wasn’t aware time was passing.
My glucose went goofy at one point. I remember thinking oh, I must have missed lunch or am bleeding profusely. Both things bugged me momentarily.
Then I was in recovery and causing a fracas because I wanted water.
I’m always a pain in recovery. I lose my sense of propriety. Good manners go out the window.