Thursday, October 18, 2012


So, the recovery pretty much stinks.  There's no way to sugar coat this.  I'm writing this post a week after surgery, and I can't say that I feel significantly better than I did a week ago.  A little bit, yes, but I'm definitely not up to my normal routine. Recovery is slow and painful and wearing on everyone's patience, especially mine. Yes, this is going to be kind of a gripe-y post, so feel free to stop here.  For the sake of an accurate historical record, I'm going to keep writing about how this feels.
I've got terrible vertigo and some mild nausea.  I've constantly got the feeling that I'm about to faint, where I get very hot and light-headed and my arms suddenly weigh 150 pounds.  My right ear hurts a lot on the inside, and on the outside, my ear lobe is completely numb. I can't even wiggle my right ear, so there goes my one talent show-worthy trick. The right side of my tongue is numb, so I can't taste or feel anything on that side of my mouth.  Last week, I ate a cupcake, and it felt a lot like eating a mouthful of Crisco, because I couldn't taste it.  I spend a whole lot of time in bed, lying down, sleeping or trying to sleep.  I've been trying Zofran for nausea and hydrocodone for pain.  They're somewhat helpful but they mostly make me sleepy. And my ear still hurts.  I can only sleep on my left side, so my neck is stiff.  I'm only wearing a hearing aid in my left ear, and there's not a whole lot that I can hear. Everything sounds pretty muddled and echo-y.

As for my appearance... Oh, dear.  First off, I wasn't able to wash my hair for five days after the surgery.  No amount of dry shampoo could save that look.  Bleh.  When Monday's shower came around, I was so excited to finally wash my hair.  But taking the shower made me so dizzy that I had to spend the rest of the morning in bed.  I have a bruise under my right eye from some of the surgical monitoring equipment, and my neck has bruising on the right side.  Because my mouth is numb, my right lips are drooping ever so slightly.  I've been lounging around in pajamas because that's the path of least resistance for me.  When I walk, I feel like I'm listing slightly to the right and I've perfected the shuffle/stagger walk of someone afflicted with vertigo.

So, are you imagining what this looks like?  I'll tell you. I look like I'm hung over.  Well, having never actually been drunk, I'm guessing.  But I don't think I'm too far off.  A few days ago, I was feeling steady enough to attempt a walk to our mailbox around the corner.  Of course, as we were shuffling along, we happened to bump into our new neighbors that we haven't met yet.  What a great first impression.  I had sunglasses on, even though it wasn't terribly bright outside.  I have bruises on my right side. I was clinging onto William's arm for dear life and shuffling away painfully slowly.  When they talked to me, I had to squint and try to listen extra hard because I can only hear out of my left ear, which isn't much. I think I asked them to repeat a few things, which tends to knock off a few IQ points.  OK, so maybe that part of it is kind of funny.

One other thing that is weird. A few days after surgery, I was reading a story to Emily. I didn't have my hearing aid in my left ear, for some reason.  Normally, at least pre-surgery, when I didn't have hearing aids on, I could still hear/feel myself talking in my right ear.  It was more of a vibration than a sound, but I could tell that something was there.  When I was reading the story to Emily, I couldn't hear or feel a thing. That's when it hit me that my right ear's natural hearing is completely gone.  And in its place is an implant, a man-made marvel that's supposed to make all of this misery and discomfort worthwhile.


  1. I hope you feel better soon. And that the hangover doesn't last much longer ;-)

  2. oh this made me sad :( hope you have lots of help with your kids!! sending love and hugs your way!