Day #15 off iv Infusion

Definitely feel more light-headed today. More of a sense of being on the cusp of hitting the 'wall' that throws me with my head to the floor. This is when I need blood in my head, and when I can feel that there is not enough blood flow to keep me standing up. 

Yesterday, I saw my former and current mentor, Dr. Rashad. As we ate tacos and burritos, we all laughed at who could eat the spiciest and hottest peppers. I remember back during Anesthesiology Residency, when Dr. Rashad would look for the hottest peppers to eat. I was amazed, encouraged, and enlightened to see him. God has truly blessed my soul by allowing this doctor into my life at this time. He was such a big help to me in residency. He believed in me, and in my intellectual capabilities. He was nice to me, relieving my OR case so I could do my preops for the next day. Like my father, he taught me to give. I am so glad to be a part of his life, and also to be a part of his girlfriend's life.

Today is Tuesday. Finally got a pair of broken glasses fixed, and saw my PCP. Take a little blood here, give a little shot there. I stumble out in exhaustion, walking slowly upstairs to my bed. Each step accentuates the quadraceps muscles, and I lift heavy leg after heavy leg up the stairs. 

I can go to sleep now. My prayers of thanksgiving have reached the Lord's ears, and God already has my whole day planned out. Nothing will happen today, that will be a surprise to God. I accept His world that is now adapted for me. IV bag or not, hum, drum, drip, drop. 

There is nothing to listen to, because there is no CADD pump connected to me. I am still in shock when someone sees me and notices that I am not connected to an iv bag! I am still in shock when I can stand up from a chair, reach back, and NOT have to pull out the bag, the iv tubing, and the CADD pump out to make sure it does not BANG! onto the floor.

No more pump. No more iv tubing. The PICC line is in my left arm, and the tip lies in my right superior vena cava. When they pull it out, there are bound to be some thrombi (clots). If a big one floated up to my heart, it would then leave the pulmonary arteries and travel to the capillary: alveoli exchange of the lung. There must be some chance that a clot could then get stuck in my lungs, collapsing the distal lung ahead of the clot. But no, God did not put me through all of this to have a simple ICU complication end my life. Somehow, I think that God will let me die peacefully.

Day # 13 Off iv Infusion

Yesterday, Saturday, flew by and all I remember is that my right shoulder was in so much pain that I felt like crying, throwing up, and fainting, all at the same time. My Caregiver made certain that I got all my medications, all my meals, and that I actually had a spa of a feeling, which is a simple bath.

Once a person is disabled and requires assistance with the Activities of Daily Living such as assistance getting into a car (transfer assistance), the whole household will permanently change. One step at the front door is converted to a ramp; this is repeated at the back door, too. Handle bars at every step in the house, sharp corners all rounded. We can talk about that later.

Today is Sunday. I woke up at 11:00 am, feeling wave upon wave of ... grogginess...upon me. Perhaps I was just too tired. Perhaps all the prayers put me into a coma of sorts. The kind of coma that God causes, as He created Eve from Adam's rib. I felt as if I was receiving anesthesia gases, and each time I awoke during the day, different kinds of consciousnesses were upon me such that I felt that I was waking up by accident, or only for a fleeting moment. But no, this calm, warm, toasty bed and the sheets and lavendar-scented room. They beckoned me back to sleep in less than one inhalation/exhalation cycle.

8:36 pm and I feel that I can sleep another 12 hours. Praise God for chemists and pharmaceutical advancements that are there to alleviate the sufferings and the pains that the human body may undergo. Traditional medical pain pills have been a key trigger that have helped my shoulder pain. As is commonly done, I would take my pain pills first and then better tolerate my physical therapy.

When I suffer, I think of all the suffering that God allowed His child, His Son, to undergo. I do not understand why there always had to be an option of suffering. I used to spend nights wondering how God could contain Himself, knowing at all times every rape, every murder, every battering, every suffering of a child's empty stomach. I'm so glad that God is God, and that I'm not God. Or you :), for that matter. Why did the Old Testament God require slayings of animals as blood offerings to Him? Is someone really allowed to suffer for someone else? If that is so, I dedicate my sufferings to Christ's sufferings. One would think that God would be surprised, that I would want to do this. Much as we were first surprised to know that God allowed Christ to suffer for us. Why should you or I dedicate sufferings to God, or to Christ, or to our Mother Mary, for that matter? It seems magical, but apparently God allows sufferings to be dedicated.

Today, I felt dysautonomia taking me over. I just walked bent forward, to keep my head lower to the ground. More blood to the brain. Then I won't faint, or have syncope. I felt so weak that I had to sleep. Fatigue, severe fatigue as if my body was too heavy to move. I slept through my medication regimen, my meals, and my senses. 

I can not type any more. Yes, even the extensors on my fingers and forearm are sore, and I could use an ice pack on my shoulder. Off to pray for my children.

My father prayed for us, his children. Each of us could have ended up with a bullet in our heads, just like my best friend. I believe that God holds in great regard, the relationship between a mother and a daughter. I am so happy to have spent such a day today, with my son in good regards, my daughter in my presence, and my husband close at bay. Peaceful, calm, relaxing and natural.

Goodnight and May God Bless and Keep You at His side.

 

DAY #11 with no gtt

Busy with doctor visits, telling friends and neighbors, pastors and the public has been draining this week. Fortunately, my .. I like to call him my neuropsychiatrist because he help me with my head so much, Dr. Dashing. Busy drinking water and juice and water and water, to simulate being on the iv.

Realizing more and more each day, how I am still in shock about my miraculous recovery. People tell me I have an aura and I feel as if the Glory of God is radiating from inside my heart to the periphery around my body. Each day, God shows Himself in our lives. "Coincidence" occasions line up daily, as if God has taken a huge turn and my relationship with Him is irreversible and gaining strength. 

A couple days ago, we had an incident wherein Mother called in right when my child was screaming in pain. Here I'm trying to reassure the screaming child, Mother is screaming on speaker-phone so that the granddaughter overhears Grandma yelling at us. My Personal Assistant(a) and I are laughing so hard as we watch the glow on our child's face. She is glowing because she hears Grandma screaming to me and the Assistant, with great passion for the child and great impatience with us. She sees that Grandma is 'on her side' and a sparkle comes to her eyes. A sparkle of a firework sinks in: someone cares about me so much that she will yell and fight for the child How wonderful it makes my child feel, and how much of a boost of ego she will have just knowing that someone cared enough to advocate for a helpless child.

I have redefined what it is to have a traumatic brain injury (TBI), because I know the neuroanatomy and the neurophysiology of TBI. Because previously, my brain was so high-functioning, now I know how to describe how 'differently' if thinks now. After the accident. After learning how to start talking about a subject, 'derail' for a moment, and then getting back on track. I feel as if I do this much more often than usual. Perhaps the better I get, the more sensory input my body feels.

I am still in shock. I'm still on 23 or so medicines/day, remain orthostatic and lightheaded when I stand up. My PICC line is still in, but is getting itchy at the insertion site to the skin surface.

Off to try to sleep. Soilent Green. Alternative School, running away from home. I feel as if I just woke up from a coma, and am realizing who I am. Perhaps this happens to everyone who has undergone a head injury. My worst day was when I was sitting around a table of brain-injured people at a group meeting, and I was sitting in one of the chairs around the table. I was one of them. I'm supposed to be the one standing up, teaching this class. Sadder still, I actually learned some guidelines that have helped in practical life. I could not believe that I was now one of them and the enormity of it all was not fair. Someone should have provided counsel to me beforehand, explaining to me what the group meeting was about and how I would feel.

PTSD? Yes. Overwhelmed, in disbelief, and shaking my head side to side in disbelief. I knew that I was really, really, smart, especially after completing my USC, Stanford, and University of Pennsylvania stints in time. It was the most sorry that I have ever felt for myself, this realization and epiphany that I was now status post brain injury. Good thing I started out really, really smart. I believe the neuroplasticity of the brain will recement a new line of communication, neuron by neuron. 

God is so good. Last night, we asked a store to remain opened for us a little after closing, and the man awaited our arrival. In short, he grew up in a family of Pastors, and this store owner grabbed my hand over the counter, and started praying and crying at the same time. Praise to the Lord, as God was able to send out the message that I am a miracle. I fall to the floor in great thanks and humbleness as to why God chose this Path for my life. It is as He chooses this Path, the most blessed adventure in retrospect. My Path is still being formed, as is yours. I just started with a statue of the crucification of Jesus in second grade, dedicated my life to God, had my father praying over his children daily, and lastly, I give my sufferings to God, as a token for the pain that Our Saviour underwent for me and for you. It is truly an awesome thing.

Off to sleep. Have to check the medical stability of a relative, speak to another person's doctor, and get a feel for whether or not this relative will die soon, or not. My Blessed Aunt, whom I used to wish was my mother.

Highest Personal Regards.

Day #6 Off a Continuous Infusion

We went to church today, several days after our pastor at First Baptist had interviewed me regarding my overwhelming recovery. After listening to a string of regularly-scheduled items such as daycare, a book written by a survivor, and other odds and ends, the human being in me was miffed. Miffed because I had been selected to be one of God's miracles and a great balloon of Praise, Glory, and Witnessing was subdued and internalized in my soul. I wanted to sing God's praises and tell my story to the church, because I was overflowing with the magnitude of God's grace. 

I was wearing a poncho with tassles, and I asked the Pastor to pretend that he was my iv and iv bag/pump. Quickly, I ran carefully up and down the aisles. I praised God as I  had my freedom from the iv now! Freedom! I can run to the left! I can run to the right! I can suddenly stop! I can turn around and go in another direction any time  I want, and I don't have to keep track of my direction, my iv tubing, or my iv bag. No more batteries that run out and stop my iv pump. No more bags of iv fluid to keep blood going to my brain. Thanks to God, and thanks to Dr. Verapamil, my neurologist of my cardiologist's selection. For about 2 weeks, I feel much better!

I use my cane so as to prevent falling or imbalance. When I stand up to move to another seat, I subconsciously feel for my iv bag and tubing, since I am in the habit of treating these things as if my life depended on it. My hand goes backwards behind me to feel for the tubing, and I remind myself that God has bestowed a miracle upon me.

How does it feel to be a miracle? It feels the same as having faith and confidence in God, as if He is in control of my life. He knew this would happen. He knew it long ago, and He saved it up for a surprise for me. And to be a Testimony and a Witness to God's promises. Having been 'raised' Catholic and then 'reborn under baptism', I always had faith in God. He has worked some incredible stories, wonderful additions, and inspires hope. Now, I could serve as a testimony, and I feel like I am now 'a grown up Christian' as I lean on God from day to day.

Lunch with mother turned into a fantastic lunch with my caregiver, and with Renee's other daughter, Rita. We ate golden rice and peas with dill, as well as turkey patties. To the right was the Griffith Park Observatory, and to my left was downtown Los Angeles. Views out of every room, memories of past times, and sorjourn love. Broken, fractured arm and boy. Do you ever find out who your friends really are.

Message for today? Bring God into your life every day. Thank Him for all you do have in the shelter of your home with a wireless server , especially if you can. Live each and every day for His Will, not yours. Expect changes to happen, because He knows what you need since the day you were born. Life is what happens while you are seeking to plan your life.

Ask for Open Doors to open at the right time, and for Doors that are supposed to be Closed by God, to be closed at the right time. Thank you for blessing us as we Praise Your Name and your righteousness, even if (and especially with) the sky is falling down upon us. You still hold us in Your hands. Thanks be to God.

Day #5 Off a Continuous Infusion

This morning started with a jolt. I was under a 10:00 a.m. deadline to have my child and her sweet sleepover friend ready to leave the house then. What did I do first? Got these little critters up and awake by promising they would be served fresh Mickey Mouse pancakes hot off the griddle. Placing blueberries in the batter, my daughter looked at me with a face that said, "Yuck."

No sooner did they leave, when the dog escaped from the front yard and started following a horse trail. Innocently, my caregiver and I started walking along to get her. She thought we were in a fun game of 'chase' the dog. No, we just wanted to leash her up and take her home. We were bitterly awakened when the trail led us past several dogs that looked cuddly and innocent. Oh no. When they started barking, huge teeth glared at us as if the dogs had not eaten in a week. We got out of there as fast as we could, but I can only go so fast. Thanks to God, we made it home in one piece and by then, I was so exhausted and thirsty that I thought of drinking an ice cold beer. My heart was beating so fast that I could feel it in my chest.

Later, my right shoulder received excellent stretching, and my soul received much cheerleading as my caregiver Patsy patiently went through my physical therapy routine. Despite the pain mediation I swallowed an hour before stretching the shoulder, I was in great pain as we tried to get my arm to lay flat on the bed. For half and hour, we pulled and stretched until I just couldn't take the pain any more. For those of you that know me well, you know it must have been excrutiating  pain that I endured. Otherwise I would not complain. I mean: it really hurt.

But pain is gain, no? Yes, especially in this postoperative situation that requires pain to gain range of motion to the shoulder. My physical therapist was so encouraging and serious about my completing the therapy, to loosen the back quadrant of  the shoulder capsule. Without fixing this problem, it is possible that I would never be able to do the crawl stroke again, avid swimmer that I have always been.

I didn't go through this risky shoulder to have an incomplete healing. I have, and I will continue to seek the help of my physical therapist(PT). I thought I could do a lot of this therapy on my own, but I was naive. The therapist has to try to get me out of this situation that I got myself into. Of course, I went to PT much later than I should have, considering the surgery was on January 7 and now it is nearing the end of March. But these things happen, so we pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off, jumping into PT late. I am so thankful for the therapist's patience with me. The worst thing I remember, the thing that threw me down to my knees to ask for God's mercy, was: the pain.

I took my nighttime pills and sat to make a journal entry. To the right, our daughter snores in her little mixed up head full of grown-up problems, like, "When am I going to die?" Downstairs, my husband watches the History Channel and I am happy to make a journal entry before I pass out from fatigue. 5 more pills to swallow, so off I go to complete this task. Goodnight.

A special note to Dr. Shadrad, who sent me a couple emails that I can not open. If I try to open my mailbox, the next thing I am told is that I can no read any of my emails. Perhaps I could trash alot of old email, but I can't even get into the mailbox to remove old emails. Geesh. A day wihout email, another day, and yet more...I will figure it out and solve it.

Day #5 off the iv infusion? I'm orthostatic upon standing, to a heart rate that exceeded 90 bpm. Too fast. I need to drink more water, and I plan on going to church to give thanks to God. I am realizing that i must be fully retrained to live in this body without banging it up (bruise checks).

So tonite I am thankful for my husband, and I do need my own recipe for life. Here's to a day of rest. A day of rest and not overdoing things. I'm going to have to learn from each day. Oh. And I must have been tired and/or had too much activity for the day...I will take it easier tomorrow and God will direct m to the right Path in my life. For now, I need more sleep.

Day #4 Off a Continuous Infusion

Well, I thought that today would be an interesting day. I asked the Lord to give me a day that would be like the days that I have left to live before me. So, these are the things I learned today:

1. I sought physical therapy for my shoulder, now week 15 out of rotator cuff arthroscopy (threw that football with my Dad perhaps a wee bit too much, growing up). My shoulder is not completely 'Frozen', but I am behind in the process of recuperation to gain full function of my shoulder, with time. And pain. I was stretched and pulled and tried pulling a pulley while bearing the utmost amount of pain that I possibly could. Never in my life have I 'walked in' to a rehabilitation program and a postoperative recovery as bitter as this one has been. But I knew what I was getting into. 

2. I need to exercise my shoulder every day, purposefully pulling my shoulder adhesions apart from the shoulder capsule. I get to decide when my exercises will be done, so that I can prepare myself for self-torture. I went through this surgery so that my arm would be better, not worse. One day, my favorite dream is to jump in the swimming pool. No iv, no battery, no pump.

3. It is imperative that I constantly drink water, as I wake up completely parched in the morning. Perhaps I have to keep drinking water all day long, as if my continuous infusion by iv was still 'going'.

4. I'll probably have to take a nap for the rest of my life, because in the afternoon, I hit a 'wall' and I have to go down for the count. I need to wake up on my own time, and not be interrupted. If someone or something wakes me up, I am groggy and listless for the rest of the day.

5. I can not do more than my body tells me to do.

6. Most of all, I give thanks to God for this miracle he has given me. I do not have to turn around every time I move and carry a ball and chain (i.e., my iv bag and my iv tubing). God will use this miracle for His glory, and as a witness to His power in my life. You, too can have God's power in your life.

Gotta go. Going downstairs to my husband so I can appear to be just like any other wife...mobile, thinking, and happy to see him. Except that now, everything is different. I can walk. 

I am Off the IV Bag, Day #3

This morning, I forced myself to get out of bed and make French Toast for breakfast. I took the magical Rx that my neurologist put me on since my last hospitalization, the Rx that I believe now courses through my bloodstream and supplies ample blood to my brain. This cerebral blood flow is what I have been missing. It is improved so that clinically, I still have no symptoms of nausea or vomiting, and no need to take ondansetron, the iv antiemetic that used to keep my head and my intestines from wretching.

On my first shift of caregivers, Annie May was my caregiver today, and made my day splendid. She picked out pink clothes for me to wear (oops, that was yesterday). Correction. I stayed in my blue and white striped pajamas today, because I was weary. Too weary to make it in for a doctor appointment with Dr. Amor, whom my caregivers and I adore. Now I remember that I called to tell the office I was too tired to come in for a morning appointment, and Miss Sherylm me promise to call her later in the day, to ensure I was not feeling worse. What did I do? I slept. 

I slept like I was sedated and in a coma, with nothingness surrounding my very being. As if a zombie, I puttered around my room and tried to make a dent in my pile of mail that was slowly mounting. When I woke up to our daughter's voice, I sought for love and affection from her. I am convinced that I will be able to do more and more physical things for her, and with her. 

My caregiver Miss Noel, had taken charge while I was asleep. Dinner, ideas, appointments. There is plenty that we able to do together, and I will miss her until her next shift. Miss Noel has a way of laughing with me, and together we can feel our hearts being melted together once again. She is my personal assistant and we have the same character and discipline rules that can be easily enforced. 

I made it downstairs for dinner, since I had been in bed, asleep and resting. Suddenly, the end of the day is over and I have to take my nighttime medications, as well as ensure that we have a Mother-daughter dinner before us. Now I must sleep. My eyelids are closing and I must sleep.