Monday, October 08, 2018
I got home late Saturday evening. Boy, was I tired and hurting. This traveling is something I love however since my last concussion in January, it has been a challenge. I was told by a couple of my doctors that the effects of this last one plus the fall causing additional injury to my old "bad" concussion, that the combined effects could be temporary or they could become permanent. All I know is it's 8 months since that fall and I don't do well on trips but it's actually when I get to my destination that the problems start.
First off, I'm very prone to motion sickness now. So before I get in the car I take Meclizine for the motion sickness. If I'm lucky I'm good for 8 hours. If not, I'm very dizzy, nauseated really bad, and have to lay down. Hopefully I'm able to eat before I lay down which helps. I got sick going down to Florida - 15 hours in a car is just too much but we had to take a major detour due to Hurricane Florence's landfall being right after we left NE Tennessee. So the detour was through Atlanta.
Going back to my brother's from Florida, he had the bright idea to check out an alternate route so we would know what this route was like and avoid Atlanta. That turned into 15 hours in the car. I was down for the count as soon as the car was unloaded.
I love my brother, however, he has absolutely no clue what I'm going through. He's the type that rarely has even a mild headache. So with my mountain of problems, he's clueless, absolutely clueless.
So the trip home to western Kentucky wasn't too bad. We made it before my motion sickness meds wore off. So I wasn't too bad. Just in a lot of pain. Things had to be done at the house, so I started them which made my back hurt even more.I finished the majority of that yesterday. Today I'm just not worth anything. I hurt head to toe.
I hate depending on anyone because like today, I wanted to get my flu shot and go to the gym. So far it ain't happened.
I'm an emotional basket case too. Yesterday was the anniversary of my husband's heart attack and death. Tomorrow is his birthday and the day he was buried. This being October and my emotions are in super high gear.
This week is just about getting myself back together so to speak. I haven't even unpacked yet. We're still in the extreme heat alert territory that we've been in everyday since May 1st. Wednesday a cold front is set to come through. Rain, wind and much cooler temperatures. Looks like fall will finally get here. So much I want to do and need to do but I just don't care right now.
I have appointments with my therapist and retina specialist coming up. I'm tired of doctors.
Oh a good note my blood sugars have much improved. Also I only gained 1.2 pounds over the 5 weeks I was gone.
It's just my pain levels are through the roof. I'll be gentle with myself this week as much as I can stand.
Sending you all love, hugs and prayers,