So–wasn’t I a cheerful little thing in my pre-surgery post. Such a brave girl. So positive. So Zen-like. So full of shit.
The surgery went off smoothly, according to the surgeon, except–
When I woke up I couldn’t move my arms from the shoulders to the elbows. At first no one wanted to believe me, then they assured me it was just the swelling, then they sent me for some fancy tests involved needles and shocks and…
According to the neurologist, the “damage to your spinal cord from the cord compression that existed pre-surgery was exacerbated by something (???) during the surgery. It will be two months before we know the extent of the damage and how much you’ll recover.”
Oh, joy…
Here are some things I can’t do for myself: wash the top of my head; dry my hair with a towel; comb my hair; put on a t-shirt; cook; drive; stay upright for any period of time; walk with assurance by myself; etc etc etc. I can, I’m pleased to report, put on my pants/slacks/underwear, although I cannot pull them up to my waist.
I know I said that I wanted to take this blog back to the personal…At this point, that’s about all I can do with it.
A huge thank you and I love you to Kim Tracy Prince, who came under the front porch and pulled me out.


