Last Friday—yes, I'm a little behind on my posts—a physiotherapist came to our apartment to help me learn how to be less terrified of going down the stairs and do simple exercises in order to become a little less deconditioned after two months of doing almost nothing but chillaxin' (i.e., lying in a hospital bed). … Continue reading One Step at a Time (Really): First Visit from the Physiotherapist
I've tried a few times to write a coherent post summarizing this most recent hospitalization and, as you might imagine, keep epically failing. And so I've decided to go ahead and use one of my favourite formats: the lazy point form. Here are a few of the many things that have happened since I last … Continue reading The Saga Continues Then Ends: A Spotty Blog Post (Sorry)
First, I'm having a lot of trouble writing these days—locating words, typing, using simple grammar without immense effort, etc. (my personal hell, if you know me well enough), so please, please, be gentle with me if you find mistakes in this post: I've decided that it's fair to blame it on the seven brain medications … Continue reading And the Saga Continues
I write this in a moment of clarity, which, these days, are few and far between. But they exist, and for that, I am grateful. (Please notice and appreciate my attempt to practice positive thinking. The current arguably lame, but very affective, thing I repeat to myself is "go with the flow." So yeah. But … Continue reading A Quick Update That I’d Rather Not Have to Make
Yesterday was momentous in that it marked the first day post-surgeries that I was allowed to wash my hair. It was glorious. It was also strange. Until this past fall, my hair stretched halfway to my waist. Then my surgery was initially scheduled, and I got a series of cuts to prepare myself for the … Continue reading Washing My (Stubbly, Pathetic) Hair: When Mundane Tasks Become Your New Excitement
This has been a pretty intense week, to put it mildly. From sizeable craniotomy to grid placement to brain swelling to black eye swollen shut to intense pain and nausea necessitating heavy-duty meds to gradual and ongoing recovery, it’s certainly been one to remember. I’m in the EMU now, with the grids implanted. I continue … Continue reading Surgery Update, Week 1
We're at the hospital. I've already had a CT scan to guide the grid placement and changed into surgery couture. I'm wearing weird blue synthetic slipper things. This is, indeed, it.
I'm back in Toronto after a few mostly nice weeks in BC with my parents. For suspension-building purposes, I'll start with the good. The trip was pleasant in that it was, on the whole, relaxing, a great opportunity to see friends and family and to take care of myself while recovering from my recent concussion. … Continue reading Christmas CheER and Another Surgery Countdown
Well, here I am again, in an all-too-familiar position, and one that I half-thought that I had left in the past: recovering from a seizure-caused concussion, my third—if my almost-entirely-unreliable memory serves me correctly—of the year. I'm trying not to be annoyed at how preventable this seems; I am, after all, supposed to be in … Continue reading Fireside Reflections on My Latest Concussion, on Making Choices, on Plain Pitas, Etc.
I'm supposed to be recovering from Surgery #1 at this very moment. Of course, Hillary Clinton is also supposed to be president-elect of the United States. In other words, these past few weeks have offered ample evidence that it's best not to take anything for granted—surgery dates (mine having been changed twice now, in each … Continue reading How Things Change(d)
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 