To start off, when I had the flu, I started getting an awful pain in my hip, and my back locked. I had to call Mimi in because I was trying to roll over in bed and literally, I could not move my lower back. Then the pain in my hip intensified. Called the nurse case manager, and she immediately called Tucker's office. I was in there the next day, X-Rays and such; typical for an appointment with Tucker. He said everything appears to be healing okay, but that they may be moving the hip replacement up. So, now, rather than having 2-5 years to mentally prepare myself to go back through all of this, it may only be a year. Seriously, couldn't they have just let me be a cripple until the hip replacement rather than going through all of this yet again? When people see me, they say things like, "Oh you look great!" and "You've come so far!" And while it's nice to hear, it has been far from a painful process. I'm just good at putting a smile on, and I'm glad to say that my humor has finally fully returned, and I'm as acerbic as ever. It's been nice to not have to deal with as many setbacks lately, and to finally be able to get around on my own, but it has definitely come with it's price.
Last time I posted, I was at 75% weight bearing, and now I'm at full weight bearing. That day was great. I went to physical therapy, and after the torture, Jessica (my therapist) said I could finally put away the walker. I refused to even carry it out. I looked at my mother and said, "I've been hauling that sh*t around for months, YOU carry it!" Since then, I've been on the go a good bit. I've been able to hang out with some old friends, and even made some bad calls. I've picked up some of my old hobbies again. I got a Washburn G-2v and have been trying to play again. It's coming along pretty well.
And I've been by headquarters a few times to visit. It's great to see everyone. Even had two of my favorite people come visit me at Physical Therapy one day.
These girls rock. I never would have imagined how much I'd miss the lights, sirens, and adrenaline. I itch for it. There have been a few times I was hanging out in the bay with people and the crew would get a call, and I'd say, "Flip 'em for me! Just once!!" Those flashing lights and screaming sirens... It's an addiction. It really is. I've been trying to brush up on my EMTI85 book to go take my National Registry written. I've been putting it off too long. I did, however, take the ACLS Refresher (before I realized that my ACLS card doesn't run out for another year), and surprisingly passed. I was shocked because I didn't have the advantage of having taken a Paramedic class to learn most of the drugs and how to read strips. Guess I learned a lot from my partners! Especially Papa Smurf.
So overall, things are going pretty well. Sometimes therapy isn't so bad, but some days I still leave with tears in my eyes. They're making me work on balance, and anyone who knows me knows I had no balance BEFORE the accident, much less now. There's a reason my middle name is 'Victoria', and not 'Grace'. Who knows, maybe after this, I'll be able to walk and chew gum at the same time.
Had to go back to Post Trauma to get my sleep regulated. Apparently when a psychiatrist asks, "Why are you here?" The correct answer is not "Because they keep telling me I'm crazy." That will lead to, "Well, do you FEEL crazy?" And that just opens a whole new can of worms. Alas, I finally have my sleep regulated though...to an extent. If/when I take the meds, I can sleep like a baby. Only problem is, I sleep for 13-15 hours like a baby. Thankfully I have another appointment Tuesday to find a way to fix that. Mimi refers to them as my "Little Miss Freaking Sunshine pills" because at least I wake up in a good mood, rather than dragging like a zombie for hours after waking up.
Well, that's all for tonight. The brief version of the last month. This week will consist of 3 days of physical therapy and doctors' appointments in Columbia. Not looking forward to it, but such is the life these days. You guys better believe, come Friday, I'm not doing ANYTHING. Until next time....
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