For my 44th Birthday, I thought I'd have a little celebratory surgery.
In October, I had my hands full of house hold trash when I missed the step out the garage door and rear end planted on the concrete. I thought I gave myself a fine case of whiplash. When in fact, I actually gave myself, a need for bone graphs and titanium plates and a fused neck. A life time of head injuries will do that to a person. My middle initial is C, it could stand for my maiden name,- or clutz. Either way, it works!
I went to the doctor, who sent me to another doctor, who sent me to the most fantastic doctor I've ever met. I don't know what makes a person become a neurosurgeon, but I will forever be grateful to this amazing woman who cut open my neck, moved my esophagus and other innards to the side, replaced my herniated discs with some cadaver donated bone graphs and put everything back together nicely with titanium plates and screws. (Do you think she played with Erector sets as a kid?)
The minute I woke up, I no longer had bone pressing on nerve, and I was grateful. So grateful! Yesterday was my two week check up. I am able to start physical therapy, and I was given a couple more prescriptions to help the damaged nerve heal.
The medical community discovered a compounded form of B12 helps regenerate the damaged nerve. I've never been so grateful for medical advancement as I've been the last month. It will take a full year for this to heal, so she warned me, "Don't do anything stupid." I think I need to add that to my daily prayers, "please bless me that I won't do anything stupid." Because I've done so many stupid things in the past that brought me to this place!
So here's to better days, less nerve pain and nothing stupid!
