Surgery--Again

Hope you're havin' a good snooze, and that there's some good choco to nosh on today.

Sending hugs from the mild North.

G'morning from slightly less Northwards.

Hi and good morning back at you all.

I've been thinking. (My mother used to accuse me of thinking too much. Tough noogies, ma.) Other surgeries were more painful. Radiation (to two places) was far more unpleasant. But this brain business is far more unsettling. I was sitting on the couch wondering whether this is what it's like to not be smart. Do people actually meander throught life feeling this way? Unable to figure things out. Unable to comprehend. Make connections.

I also don't like that I don't know what to expect and don't know whether what's happening is a result of the surgery, stress, medication, or fairies (the not good kind).

My major goal for every day so far has been not to fall down. Yes, I aim high. And I've succeeded. Today, I'm going to pay some bills. Will I be able to figure out how to write a check? Will I be able to see the check? I'll mail them and then go to the drugstore. I need some OTC stuff to help stop the coughing.

I'm going to have to pull together info and papers to help the lawyer deal with the tax problems. Will I be able to do it. I've never wondered about this kind of stuff before.

I feel like a joik. A kvetchy joik--but lovable.

PS. I'm very restless and bored. And how's by you today.

By me is okay, 'Boita. You got lot'sa fairies in your neighborhood? Like faygeles or what?

Good to see you up and about, goil.

Good morning/evening, Roberta



You sound as sharp & as resilient as ever to me, Roberta. If you weren't, this incredibly mind-boggling combination of things you've been forced to worry about (& all at once, post-surgery!) would have knocked you over by now. I know you haven't any choice but to deal with all these demands, but I can't imagine anyone coping as well as you are (Don't laugh, I'm serious!) in the circumstances. I'm no medical authority, but I really think it's the effects of hideous amounts of stress that are causing you to feel less "smart". Maybe causing some of the "fuzziness", too?



Well done! I'm so impressed.



I'll go along with the "lovable" part!

Good luck with getting the paperwork done, Roberta!

For the fairy reference, Andy, scroll back about a page. I mention fairy godparents.

Good to see you too, kid.

Did you ask the neuro person about the fuzziness and slow brain, Boida?

Did I ask this question before?

Do they think the actual surgery will have knocked your thinking around?

Haven't finished catching up with the thread yet but have to intercept the post about Rivera. He's my boychik on the a2k fantasy baseball game. Or was. Would that I get him again next year.. Mr. Cool.

I should only hope to attain the comprehension you have, Roberta, while being fuzzy. Still, you're fuzzy relative to yourself, which I do get. I'm thinking meds and/or post surg inflammation, not that you are at base 'fuzzy'.
Sending virtual brownies, fast fast fast relief.

So far as fuzziness goes, the last time I had surgery with general anesthesia, it was almost a month before I felt competent to go out with supervision. Of course, the reality was that I didn't have supervision. I could only worry. Whether my general feeling of incompetence was a direct result of anesthesia, I cannot say.

I've just experienced two weeks of some varying physical imcompetence (I tripped on meeting CJane, but I fall well) with competent spots - bounded down Speedway in Venice, which was in shade but not dark - and some access to old brain data (all that green stuff coming to my brain pan in latin, not at all at first and later, quickly - struggling to name an ordinary palm on the first day, ms. whiz after a week from my own memory). I surmise the data is there, Roberta. You will regain clarity, I'm sure of it.

Indeed.

Indeed squared.

The fuzziness and sleepiness are the result of an antiseizure medication I'm taking. This does not account for why I feel stupid--well maybe not stupid but less smart than normal. I felt this even before the surgery, which was one of the reasons why I was subjected to hours of testing. Result of testing--I'm very smart. Not exactly the answer I was seeking.

I think a lot of what I'm feeling may be the result of stress.

BTW, I decided to take a nap before I went out to mail the checks and get the meds. I woke up at ten o'clock. I had to have breakfast. Then dinner, which was kind of breakfasty.

osso, You can't go wrong with Rivera. Da man is ageless and unstoppable.

This wouldn't surprise me in the least, Roberta (as I keep saying).

Too much horrendous stuff to deal with (all at one time!) by far!

Of course you're stressed. Who wouldn't be?

So what can we do to perk you up a bit, possum?

Your wish is our command.

The fact that you all come here and talk to me has helped immeasurably.

BTW, the cognitive neurological tests were fascinating and challenging. And I gave the examiner a bit of trouble. (Yes, I'm consistent in being a pain in the ass.) Sorry if I'm repeating myself. I can't remember whether I discussed this or not.

Hey Goil

Been thinking of you and wishing you unfuzzed ((((((((Boida)))))))

You may be a pain in my arse any time you feel like it!!!

Just stopping by to say hello again, Roberta ... & to see if there's anything new from your end.

How's that paperwork going? (Or is it best not to ask?)