The weeks after the surgery
For the weeks after I got out of the hospital, I went to my grandparents since it was the best solution at the time. I also knew it would be the most quiet place to be for the time being.
The car ride was... not amazing. I had to keep laying down since everything else but having my head in that position either made me throw up, really dizzy or the pain got worse. Saying that, I'm also stubborn and want to do things my way.
In the car, my Grandfather put the passenger seat in the front down so I could be laying down. Grandma sat in the back watching over me. It was a 2 hour drive, but to be honest, it didnt feel that long. When we came to the town where I was going spend the next few weeks, Grandma had to go to the store, and of course I thought it sounded like a good idea to come with her inside. Specially looking like the grey skinned zombie that havent showered for over a week. Just a reminder; Mom helped me clean myself while laying in the hospital bed, so I didnt reek or smell bad. But my hair hadnt been washed in a while. I have no idea what went through my head leaving that car to let Grandma support me while walking into the store in a town that small when the gossip spreads like wildfire. I've always gotten car-sick ever since I was little, so the fresh air did me some good but I honestly have to say I could have just opened the door to the car and waited. I had nothing to do at the store and I couldnt walk properly anyway.
The next week I spend on my Grandparents couch. From laying down that much, I've now gotten a rash that covered my whole back. It could have been a mix between laying down too much and a heat rash. Anyway, it was the least of my problems. After getting there, I was able to start going to the toilet by myself since I had time to move slowly through the living room leaning on whatever was around me and sitting down after a few steps. It was me being stubborn wanting to be able to do these things by myself. So for the less than 10 metres from the couch to the bathroom, I started moving in good time so I made it there in time.
By the end of the week, I've started to eat a little and I was able to sit up for shorter periods of time. If I wasnt eating or making my way to the bathroom, I was sleeping. I also started being able to lay a little bit on my side, but not for long. Bending forwards, laying on my stomach or anything that made my face point downwards didnt work for a long time.
I dont remember when this was exactly, but I know for sure that getting angry made the headache alot worse. By alot, I mean ALOT. I heard Grandma talking to someone and I got upset. By saying that gossip spread like fire in dry grass, Grandma was one of those that didnt really help stopping the fire. I love her to bits, but I didnt want anyone talking about me. Yes, I know, the trip to the store straight from the hospital probably didnt help, but I had no idea what was going through my head. Anyway, I got angry at Grandma for talking about me and I made my way to the kitchen from the livingroom. Had a quick burst of anger at Grandma before karma hit me quite hard and I had to go back to the livingroom to lay down again. The anger outburst was shorter than a minute. The pain lasted for longer. Thinking about it now, I can see if from 2 views. She either wanted to gossip a bit or it was her way of dealing with things by talking to her friends. I wasnt being fair on her. As this was 11 years ago, I hope she's forgotten.
A year after, during a summer festival, a guy I went to school with years before, came up to me asking "Hey, how are you? I heard you had cancer on your brain, how you holding up?". I explained that it wasnt cancer and I was fine. I left it simple. It wasnt anything I wanted to talk about and possibly create bad vibes at a festival. After all, that wasnt the reason I was there.
The weeks after the surgery, I was off work. Slowly moving, eating and getting back to daily life the way it used to be. 2 months after the surgery, I was still sensitive to small jumps and jogging. By the time I reached the 3 month mark, I was back to normal. The only problem I had for a long time, was laying on my stomach which caused a small pounding on my forehead. No other headaches, dizziness, nausea or any kind of pain other than my sciatic nerve that got damaged during surgery which is still with me today. I was told that it would take up to 6 months for the sciatic nerve to repair itself. There's been quite a few 6 months since then, but in all honesty, I would rather take sciatic pain over these headaches and the cyst any day, every day.
The car ride was... not amazing. I had to keep laying down since everything else but having my head in that position either made me throw up, really dizzy or the pain got worse. Saying that, I'm also stubborn and want to do things my way.
In the car, my Grandfather put the passenger seat in the front down so I could be laying down. Grandma sat in the back watching over me. It was a 2 hour drive, but to be honest, it didnt feel that long. When we came to the town where I was going spend the next few weeks, Grandma had to go to the store, and of course I thought it sounded like a good idea to come with her inside. Specially looking like the grey skinned zombie that havent showered for over a week. Just a reminder; Mom helped me clean myself while laying in the hospital bed, so I didnt reek or smell bad. But my hair hadnt been washed in a while. I have no idea what went through my head leaving that car to let Grandma support me while walking into the store in a town that small when the gossip spreads like wildfire. I've always gotten car-sick ever since I was little, so the fresh air did me some good but I honestly have to say I could have just opened the door to the car and waited. I had nothing to do at the store and I couldnt walk properly anyway.
The next week I spend on my Grandparents couch. From laying down that much, I've now gotten a rash that covered my whole back. It could have been a mix between laying down too much and a heat rash. Anyway, it was the least of my problems. After getting there, I was able to start going to the toilet by myself since I had time to move slowly through the living room leaning on whatever was around me and sitting down after a few steps. It was me being stubborn wanting to be able to do these things by myself. So for the less than 10 metres from the couch to the bathroom, I started moving in good time so I made it there in time.
By the end of the week, I've started to eat a little and I was able to sit up for shorter periods of time. If I wasnt eating or making my way to the bathroom, I was sleeping. I also started being able to lay a little bit on my side, but not for long. Bending forwards, laying on my stomach or anything that made my face point downwards didnt work for a long time.
I dont remember when this was exactly, but I know for sure that getting angry made the headache alot worse. By alot, I mean ALOT. I heard Grandma talking to someone and I got upset. By saying that gossip spread like fire in dry grass, Grandma was one of those that didnt really help stopping the fire. I love her to bits, but I didnt want anyone talking about me. Yes, I know, the trip to the store straight from the hospital probably didnt help, but I had no idea what was going through my head. Anyway, I got angry at Grandma for talking about me and I made my way to the kitchen from the livingroom. Had a quick burst of anger at Grandma before karma hit me quite hard and I had to go back to the livingroom to lay down again. The anger outburst was shorter than a minute. The pain lasted for longer. Thinking about it now, I can see if from 2 views. She either wanted to gossip a bit or it was her way of dealing with things by talking to her friends. I wasnt being fair on her. As this was 11 years ago, I hope she's forgotten.
A year after, during a summer festival, a guy I went to school with years before, came up to me asking "Hey, how are you? I heard you had cancer on your brain, how you holding up?". I explained that it wasnt cancer and I was fine. I left it simple. It wasnt anything I wanted to talk about and possibly create bad vibes at a festival. After all, that wasnt the reason I was there.
The weeks after the surgery, I was off work. Slowly moving, eating and getting back to daily life the way it used to be. 2 months after the surgery, I was still sensitive to small jumps and jogging. By the time I reached the 3 month mark, I was back to normal. The only problem I had for a long time, was laying on my stomach which caused a small pounding on my forehead. No other headaches, dizziness, nausea or any kind of pain other than my sciatic nerve that got damaged during surgery which is still with me today. I was told that it would take up to 6 months for the sciatic nerve to repair itself. There's been quite a few 6 months since then, but in all honesty, I would rather take sciatic pain over these headaches and the cyst any day, every day.
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