I'm Home, I'm Okay, I'm a Little Bit Broken

Oct 28, 2014 11:21

I'm home from my second surgery this month and I'm probably better, done with hospitals, brain surgery, and lumbar taps. I'm healing. I'm getting better. I can see that ( Read more... )

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theferrett October 28 2014, 16:31:27 UTC
Also see: What I Learned on the Ventilator.

I hope your experience wasn't as bad as mine. I do.

But I've been there, and at least I can tell you I know how it feels.

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jfargo October 28 2014, 16:32:45 UTC
That's what I keep thinking about, your experience on the ventilator. I haven't read it in a while but will reread.

Thanks. I figured you'd understand, and I'm sorry you understand.

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theferrett October 28 2014, 16:39:39 UTC
If you need to talk, I'm here.

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jfargo October 28 2014, 22:40:00 UTC
Thank you. I know. I wouldn't really know where to start.

But seriously, thank you. I'll take you up on it if I need to.

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andrewducker October 28 2014, 23:14:41 UTC
*hug*

I hope that this fades, and soon.

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anonymous October 29 2014, 00:24:31 UTC
I understand. When my back went out in 2007, it wasnt just a bad back. I could not move an inch, for 3 days without literally wanting to literally die. I didnt call an ambulance for relief at a hospital because to move me would be worse than the pain I was in.

I took 30 days worth of muscle relaxers within 5 days, every time I woke from the stupor of the pills, I took more...just to sleep the pain away, which wasn't sleep, it was a semi coma.
I get this. And it IS hell.

I am glad you are better, my friend. It will always stay with you, that memory, so make it better...make every day just one iota better than that, just one step over the next day better and better....it will get better.

We have a lot to be thankful for. We saw Hell, and we flipped it off with a middle finger and we kept on going...maybe not by much at that time, but these days...these days, so well worth the trip to Hell and Back. It's what keeps us going, knowing what could have happened.

Much love, 'Miah. Glad you are on this side of the veil.

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conscience October 29 2014, 00:26:26 UTC
I understand. When my back went out in 2007, it wasnt just a bad back. I could not move an inch, for 3 days without literally wanting to literally die. I didnt call an ambulance for relief at a hospital because to move me would be worse than the pain I was in.

I took 30 days worth of muscle relaxers within 5 days, every time I woke from the stupor of the pills, I took more...just to sleep the pain away, which wasn't sleep, it was a semi coma.
I get this. And it IS hell.

I am glad you are better, my friend. It will always stay with you, that memory, so make it better...make every day just one iota better than that, just one step over the next day better and better....it will get better.

We have a lot to be thankful for. We saw Hell, and we flipped it off with a middle finger and we kept on going...maybe not by much at that time, but these days...these days, so well worth the trip to Hell and Back. It's what keeps us going, knowing what could have happened.

Much love, 'Miah. Glad you are on this side of the veil.

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conscience October 29 2014, 00:32:12 UTC
...and as for being alone during that time...yes.
No one else can feel what you are going through. Bodies and faces and voices were there...but no one could help, could take that away. You are on your own...its scary as hell.

Just know now though, you have sooooo many people there for you.

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be4u October 31 2014, 11:02:14 UTC
I'm glad you're feeling better, and really glad the surgeries are over with. I have to wonder if at least part of what you experienced is common with after surgery, because I had it too.

For me it wasn't being in pain, but waking up (or at least I thought I had woken up) after surgery in the recovery room. Like you said, I was alone and no one could hear me. And yet - like you - I wasn't alone.

For me at least, it was almost like... walking through another place, in order to get back to my body. It was a horrible, lonely, isolating place where no matter how loud I screamed, no one could hear me.

I had a completely different kind of surgery than you did, completely different body parts.

Anyway, rest, and keep healing. I believe you'll get better with each passing day.

~Laura's friend Mara :)

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