Tune-in Tuesday (but on a Monday): February 19, 2024

Oh, my goodness - I knew that I hadn't written a blog update in a while; I had no clue that I hadn't written one since AUGUST 1, 2023. So, I guess I have a little bit of catching up to do here in this space. It's been so long since I've written a blog post that the interface changed on this sight. ;) 

Wow. OK, catching you up since August. For the most part, not a ton has changed with me medically speaking. Although, since my last post, I fell hard and for the first time really thought I injured myself. Did I take myself to the doctor? Well, no, not until a couple of months later (I know, I know...don't lecture me!). I slipped in my kitchen. I knew I was going down and tried to catch myself, but it all happened so fast and catching myself didn't work and I fell hard on my right elbow. It was hard enough for me to think to myself, "Well, that's going to leave a mark!" And it did but not really in the way I thought it would. I probably sprained it really badI knew I had not broken it because I could move it. A couple of times I had a shooting pain go up my arm. I DID bring this all up to my GP doctor when I saw him in early October. I might have even asked my ER brother about it, but since it happened back in August, I can't remember! MY GP at first suggested an X-ray, but by the end of the appointment said that he changed his mind. I was right - he knew I hadn't broken it because I had full range of motion. The only time it really hurt is if I bumped it. He said whatever damage was done (again, probably just a sprain) was done and it would heal on its own. Whew. I seriously don't recommend following my example(s) of NOT going to the doctor, but it is what it is. Around the middle of January, it started "hurting" again. It didn't hurt in the normal way. It only hurt if I accidentally brushed up against it or touched it. It was swollen and just felt weird. Flash forward to January 26: I am out to lunch with my entire (local) family. My ER doctor brother was sitting across from me at the restaurant, and I asked if he would look at my elbow. I literally lifted my sleeve up and within 10 seconds he said "Oh, that's bursitis." I determined that it started hurting again because I had been taking all my Christmas decorations down and cleaning out this one room in my house and had accidentally bumped my elbow numerous times while juggling boxes and containers and heavy stuff. So, yeah, I guess I have bursitis now - yay me! 

I continued with physical therapy (that I started back in July 2023) until my insurance wouldn't cover it anymore for the year (which happened to be the very end of October). I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually loved PT! I loved my physical therapist, Courtney, and I loved that she was in touch with my neurologist. There were a couple of funny moments in PT. Courtney "allowed" me to use my cane "the wrong way" for the first couple of months that I saw her. She said (as my neurologist says), "Whatever works." But one day, she suggested trying to use it the "correct way". A quick tutorial on walking with a cane: You walk with the cane on the opposite side of your injury/bad leg/dystonic leg. In my case, that would mean that I would hold my cane in my right hand since my left leg is the one affected by dystonia. I have known this since shortly after having to use a cane. But...way before I was ever diagnosed with dystonia, I was self-helping myself without even knowing it! It turns out that people with dystonia help ease their symptoms by massaging the area that's affected. Meaning, if my leg is cramping up, I will mindlessly touch it and try to ease the spasms. The left side of my body is affected by dystonia. This includes my hand and arm. By holding my cane in my left hand (even though it's not my dominant hand) it helped relieve the spasms in that hand. Also, I will use the cane sometimes just to touch my left leg and sometimes even that little bit of touch, helps to calm the spasms. OK - back to the funny thing that happened in PT: Courtney was watching me walk with the cane in my right hand and I was doing exercises and the like. Towards the end of the session, I had sat down in a chair to do some of the exercises. As I got up and walked over to where Courtney was, I instinctively put my cane in my left hand and walked. I didn't even realize what I had done until I was halfway to her, and I stopped and said to her, "I'm so sorry!" and switched the cane to my right hand. She burst out laughing and admitted that she didn't even catch that I was holding it in the wrong hand. I DO try to walk "correctly" with the cane, but it's been a struggle I must admit. I feel so much more comfortable using my left hand. Whatever works, right?!

Another funny instance at PT was when I almost fell right in front of two physical therapists. I was getting a little cocky (probably) and comfortable (definitely) and was doing exercises. I don't really remember the exact exercise I was doing, but I was not holding on to anything but was near some parallel bars. My PT place has this big open area where the therapy goes on and there are 3 or 4 different physical therapists at this location. I was the only patient in the big open room doing exercises at the time with my physical therapist. There was another physical therapist there too who had just finished with his patient. We were all talking to each other, ironically, about falling, when I lost my balance and stumbled. I caught myself and did NOT fall, but you should have seen the look on both faces of the physical therapists in the room. I thought the eyes of the physical therapist who was not my PT were going to pop out. Both my physical therapist and the other PT lunged towards me, but I had successfully caught myself (thanks to the parallel bars in front of me). I burst out laughing. The PT's - not so much. It made for a memorable session, no one got hurt and we all survived!

I saw my neurologist at the beginning of October 2023. We (I) decided that I would like less Botox in my left posterior tibialis. Yes, I got that name in the notes from my appointment because I don't really go around talking about my posterior tibialis - ha. In case you also don't know what/where this is in the leg, see the below picture of my leg with the band-aid. That's where it is. ;)

It controls my foot curling in or being straight. I just felt like it was too much Botox the time before. Botox paralyzes the muscle(s) that it is injected in to, so it causes weakness in that muscle(s) and I felt like it was causing too much weakness and my foot was curling in way too much. It's a fine balance between Botox helping or hurting me. My neurologist was on board for giving me less. He's always worried about giving me too much Botox and me falling all the time. The only remedy for too much Botox is to have it wear off naturally in 3 months. He also injects my left hamstring and that seems to really help! So instead of 100 units of Box, I got 90 (30 in the tibialis and 60 in the hamstring). I don't know why, but it always hurts more in the tibialis then the hamstring (probably because there's more meat in the hamstring). My neurologist always tries to distract me while injecting it. This time we talked about the speech he had to make later that day to a room of about 400 people at a Parkinson's symposium. I spoke about the speech I was giving at the end of the month at my Dad's retirement party. He said I was more than welcome to give his speech for him. Yeah, I let him give his own speech! My return appointment was made for the very beginning of January 2024. We both ended up making it through our respective speeches too!

In November 2023, Dad and I took a weeklong father/daughter trip to the beach. While I know the beach is not my dad's absolute favorite, he knows it is mine and that I feel free walking on the sand. We did a nostalgic trip and stayed where we stayed many years ago when we visited the beach each summer for Elseroad family reunions - Venus Condominiums on Ft. Walton Beach. We had a wonderful, relaxing (if not melancholily and/or bittersweet at times) time. I was able to walk freely on the beach without worry of falling. I did, however fall, a few times actually. But I didn't care (as much) as I fell on sand, and it didn't hurt! I also realized in November that my company was making a slight change to our insurance which meant that we would look like "new" clients and we would be getting a new insurance card. My Botox has to be pre-approved by insurance before I can receive it. God bless, Erika from Dr. T.'s office. She's had to deal with my insurance changing on me now for a few years. Unfortunately for me, the (new) insurance company wouldn't recognize me in their system until January 1, 2024, so Erika couldn't speak with them until January 2 which would only give her one full day to get it pre-approved (as my appointment was on January 3, 2024).   

Erika from Dr. T's office and I were in what seemed like constant contact all of December, but to no avail. I had to relinquish my January 3 appointment. The earliest Dr. T. could get me in was February 14, 2024 - Valentine's Day and a whole 6 weeks past my due date to receive Botox. Erika said she would do her best to get me in sooner if a cancellation came in. 

By late December 2023/early January 2024, I could feel the Botox wearing off. It's almost like a switch turns off and reminds me every time that the Botox is helping! I don't really know how to describe it other than I get very wobbly on my feet (even more so than I already am!). I lose my balance very quickly and it's harder to walk in general. Erika and I were in touch all of January. I got a rejection notice in the mail from the insurance company in early January saying they would not cover the Botox or the doctor visit. I knew that Erika was working on it, and I didn't have to worry. On January 18 I was finally approved! I thanked Erika profusely and she told me that it was denied at first because of a diagnosis code. Then Dr. T. was able to have a peer to peer and resolve that issue but then an issue arose concerning the procedure code and that took a while to resolve. I have never really appreciated enough the people behind the scenes that fight for me to get these procedures, but Erika is a godsend!!!

No earlier Botox appointments arose before February 14. I had some spills in January. One of the biggest being at the dump - haha! It was like my 3rd or 4th trip there that day and I had this heavy bag of trash in my arms and somehow didn't see the drain in the concrete. It made the concrete dip a little and I majorly twisted my ankle. It hurt so bad that I just kind of laid there for a minute. I heard a guy behind me ask if I was OK or needed help up. I said I was, and I didn't need any help. He assured me that he's done the same thing. As when I fell at home and hurt my elbow, I knew that I hadn't broken anything. I was actually really surprised when I stood up and it actually felt better to walk on it then to be still.  By the end of the day, I had completely forgotten about the fall until I went to sit down and curled my leg under me (like I normally do). My ankle hurt! I took my sock off and realized that it was really swollen, so I iced and elevated it. It's always something!

It's amazing what kids pick up on. I was babysitting my nieces one night and my 5-year-old niece started talking about all my devices and when I need or don't need to use them. She said this to me. "So, you have to use your cane to get into our house, but then you don't have to use anything! At church you use the walker to get in (it's the parking lot that gives me problems!), but then during church you put the walker on the back wall and only use your cane. But then when we go to the mailboxes (our church mailboxes) you use the walker again and Gwen and I can ride on it." She has it down pat! :)

For the first time in eight years, I forgot what I had done on February 14, 2016, but Facebook reminded me. Valentine's Day 2016, I had all my hair cut (then shaved) off in preparation for deep brain stimulation surgery. I believe I was meant to not have a neurologist appointment this year until Valentine's Day. I reminded Dr. T. of what happened 8 years ago (we've known each other that long - actually longer!) and he remarked that that must have made for a fun Valentine's Day. Here's me bald in 2016 and with hair on February 14, 2024:

I was excited (maybe not the right word!) to get Botox this year as I needed it so bad! I was Dr. T's first patient in the clinic that day, so he met me in the lobby and we walked back to the room together. He got everything set up and mixed (Botox with saline). We agreed that we would continue with the lesser dose in my tibialis and keep the same dose in my hamstring that we did in October 2023. I turn into kind of baby when getting it in my tibialis. 1) because I can see it going in 2) there must be a nerve near there because once in a blue moon Dr. T. will get close enough to it that it literally feels like a stake is being driven through the bottom of my foot. 3) I just don't like needles, especially when they are going in me. Dr. T. has figured out though that if we talk and he distracts me enough he can get it in without me passing out. OK, I've never actually passed out, but he gets me to relax enough to get it over with quickly. I will literally pull my leg away from him though when I see the needle getting close, so he has to hold it tight and get me to look away. Why am I like this?! To distract me, we talked about Mardi Gras. He's been to New Orleans once during Mardi Gras. I have not. That somehow lead us to talk about ghosts (I know, random!). He said that he and his wife and kids went on a (family-friendly) ghost hunting adventure in New Orleans. I told him I work on ghost stories at work (I'll admit my job is fascinating!). As he was injecting the Botox this time, I instantly felt my toe relax. (it doesn't happen that quick, but for whatever reason that day it did). Dr. T. did not get anywhere near a nerve so, although the injection was not comfortable, it wasn't excruciating either. The injection site bled a lot this time. He put a band-aid on it, and I thought, "How appropriate - it's red for Valentine's Day." Until I looked at it more closely and asked, "Is that Clifford The Big Red Dog?!" Dr. T. confirmed it was and apologized for having no adult band-aids (his neurology clinic is on the second floor of a building that houses the UT Kids GI clinic - they were there first!)

Then he had me lay down so he could inject my hamstring. That part is always no problem. Go figure! He did ask me if I wanted him to tell me when he was injecting the needle. At first I said no, then quickly changed my mind and said yes, so he told me, and it was fine. :)  And then I was done. Before I left, I made sure that he would tell Erika thank you again for getting all the insurance stuff worked out. I also thanked him too for his part in getting the insurance worked out. My next appointment is in May. 

It takes about two weeks to see the effects of the Botox injections. I haven't had the best walking days lately and I actually fell this morning (I didn't hurt myself). Since I was 6 weeks past due for Botox, I have a feeling it'll be like starting over again. I know how this works. The Botox will eventually travel where I need it to in my leg and foot and I'll get "stronger". That feels like an oxymoron. How can you get stronger when the injection you got literally paralyzes the muscles? But I hope you know what I mean by that. :)

If you've made it this far - thank you for reading my book - or long essay - ha! I promise not to wait another 6 months to update this blog! 

As always...God's Got This! 

Tune-In-Tuesday: August 1, 2023

Physical therapy is still going well. I had another session (because of a cancellation) this past Thursday. When I told my physical therapist I loved the stretches/exercises she gave me to do at home, she laughed and said no one ever says that they love their "homework"! I love it because I feel the stretches and "exercises" working. Yeah, I don't always love making the time to do them, but after I've done them, I feel like I've done something to help my body. Hopefully, I'll continue to like them - ha! My next PT appointment is this Friday.

I also started working out again at home. I ride a recumbent stationary bike. I hadn't worked out since November 28, 2022 (I keep a record, that's how I knew the date). I was extremely busy the month of December with Christmas things (as most people are!) and helping to take care of my mom. Then, after my mom died, grief took over and working out was the last thing I wanted to do. But Saturday I woke up and had the urge to work out, so I did! It had been 8 months and 1 day since my last work out.  I've kept it up - working out every day (and yes, I realize it's only Tuesday!) and it's been really, really good. Hopefully, I'll continue to keep it up. :)

Look at what I got in the mail the other day! My godmother found these and sent them to me. They are just perfect! I haven't seen anything with "God's Got This" on it. I customized a shirt once with the slogan on it but haven't seen anything else. They definitely brought a smile to my face and will be used! The first one is a file folder (if you can't tell). Thank you, Aunt Kim! 

That's it for this update! I hope everyone is having a wonderful week. Always remember...God's Got This!

Tune-In-Tuesday: July 25, 2023

Wonders never cease - I'm actually updating this blog on a Tuesday!

I've technically had two physical therapy sessions since I last wrote a blog post, so I thought I'd write a little update. I had my initial PT appointment last Friday. It went way better than I expected - ha! I don't know what I was expecting really, but I left feeling a lot better about doing PT than I initially thought I'd feel about it. I was honest with my physical therapist and told her that I was not looking forward to this. She understood. But her vibe, the office vibe - all the vibes, put me at ease. I also like the fact that she works with neuro patients and knows how to deal with those issues as well as the physical body. I had already met her once before (probably about a year ago) as she does go once a week to my neurologist's office and evaluates patients there that my neurologist thinks would benefit from PT. Her name is Courtney. So, we met on Friday and did the initial evaluation and get-to-know-yous. When it came time to schedule some appointments, she was completely booked this week and is out of the office next week, so the earliest I could get my next appointment for was for August 8. However, she did say that if she had any cancellations, she would have her office call me. Well, yesterday morning, her office called and said that there had been a cancellation for today and asked if I wanted to come in. So, I went in this morning at 8:45am. It was SO good! I feel very encouraged and very "let's do this!". She had me doing several things and sent me home with two sheets of exercises. I'm so happy that I got in this week because now I have exercises to do while waiting for my next session. I found it funny that some of the exercises I actually already do in yoga. :) 

One thing that intrigued me was that she said that my hips needed strengthening. I'm not sure why that intrigued me. I guess I thought they were strong, but come to find out, they aren't. We will be working on them a lot. Another thing that intrigued me was that she didn't get mad that I walk "incorrectly" with my cane. Maybe that's because I was the one to say that I know I walk incorrectly with it. When walking with a cane, you are supposed to hold it in the hand that is opposite of the side that is giving you issues. I (like Dr. House on the television show House, M.D.) hold my cane in my left hand and my left side is the side that has issues. There is a reason that I do that - it's because it inadvertently helps to calm my leg down (most of the time). Courtney told me I might want to try using foam toe spacers (kind of like what is used when getting pedicures). They may give me enough sensory stimulation (my words) to help me be able to walk with less issue (kind of like how I can walk on soft sand with no problem). 

My personal goal for physical therapy is to leave stronger than I was when I first walked in. I want to be able to walk without a walker again. I don't even necessarily care if I have to walk with a cane; I just really want to be able to ditch the walker. On my initial evaluation on Friday, Courtney had me walk without anything while she timed me. Then she had me walk the same distance with the walker while she timed me again. It took me 21 seconds to walk without anything and only 9 seconds to walk with the walker. While I knew I was much slower walking without the walker, it was also an eye opener to know I was that much slower! She asked me today how confident I was when I walked with the walker, and I told her a 10 out of 10 (that's for the most part; there are times when I am less confident) and then she asked me how confident I was when I walked with the cane, and I said 6 out of 10. I hope in PT to build my confidence as I build my strength.

No matter what happens - whether I can walk walker-free and/or cane free again or whether I still have to use them, I know everything will be OK, because after all, God's Got This! 

Tune-In-Tuesday (But on Friday): July 14, 2023

I had an appointment with my neurologist, Dr. T. on Wednesday, July 12 to get Botox injections. It was also the first time I'd seen him since before having my battery replaced in my deep brain stimulation system. He surprised me by being the one to come and get me from the lobby (instead of his nurse). I think he did it so he could observe my walking. :) He did watch every step I took and then apologized for watching me - haha. He knows I hate when people watch me walk. I told him he shouldn't be sorry because I know that's how he can evaluate and determine what's best for me (even though I still dislike it!). Once we got into the exam room, he asked how the surgery went and how the rechargeable battery was going. I told him the surgery went fine, but that I felt like it took longer this time to see the effects of it, to which he replied that by the time I had the surgery my old battery was probably really, really dead, so it didn't surprise him that it took my body longer to see any of the effects of the new battery. As for the rechargeable battery - I told him it was interesting. He asked what I meant by that, and I told him it's just a learning experience. It's not as easy and carefree as having the non-rechargeable battery. I have to recharge myself every week. It's not as fun as it sounds - ha! Sometimes I lose connection with the charger and the battery, and I have to find it again and although that may sound pretty easy (and it is for the most part), it's just frustrating. The charger is beeping at me, and my device says it's searching, and I KNOW I am placing the charger right over the battery and it's still not finding the signal. OK, rant over! It really is a MINOR inconvenience in the scheme of things. It's just different. I have to make myself do it. I thought it would be all fun and games, and I could watch TV or check Facebook. While I do all those things, it's the fact that I have to charge myself up and I have to lie there that makes me not want to do any of it. Again, I know I sound like I'm complaining, but I'm really not (OK, maybe I am a little bit). This is how I vent - by writing it all out. I know people have it a lot worse off than I do and overall, I am SO thankful for the advancements in technology that allow me to charge myself up every week.

Back to my Botox injection appointment. Dr. T. checked my DBS battery, and it was good (it should be as it's brand new and I recharged it the night before). He checked my surgery scar (because I asked him if it looked OK - one side is "brighter" (for lack of a better word) and it worried me a bit). He said it looked great to him. He asked if there had been any oozing and I said no. He asked if I had been doing any excessive arm movements and I said no. So, everything is good with the scar. On to the actual Botox- he asked if it worked last time. I said I thought it had. Last time was the first time that he not only injected into my left posterior tibialis but also into the medial and lateral left hamstring. We decided to do the same on Wednesday. When he injected it into the tibialis this time, it hurt. He must have brushed up against the nerve because it felt like it was going through the bottom of my foot. He apologized when I winced and said he knew that must have hurt. I like a doctor who can sympathize! He asked about my summer so far (probably trying to distract me!) and I asked about his. He then had me lie down on the exam table so he could inject the hamstring. That went much better than the tibialis. My hamstring is fatter than my tibialis and there's probably no nerve near it. :) It was a really good appointment. I walked out of there much steadier than I walked in. That doesn't mean that it stayed that way. I started to feel some of the effects of the Botox that night and felt that my leg was weak. I didn't feel confident walking, but since then, it goes up and down. I feel confident walking; I don't feel confident walking. To please Dr. T., I'm going to start physical therapy. I'm not doing it just for Dr. T., but he's the main reason - ha! I go for my initial appointment next Friday, July 21 (which also happens to my grandmother's 97th birthday). Before I left Dr. T.'s office, he said that he was really happy that I'm going to PT. He said he thinks it'll help a lot. Next week (July 19) will mark the 6th week after my surgery, which means I get to work out again and have no physical restrictions from the surgery. To be honest, I haven't worked out in 6 months. I told a friend that being told I can't work out for 6 weeks after surgery has made me want to work out so bad! I really do believe reverse psychology works on me - haha! I had all the time in world and couldn't get motivated to work out and then I am told I can't do it and that's all I've wanted to do. 

I am hopeful that I will get steadier on my feet and that exercise and physical therapy will help me. So, that's the update for now. I'll check back in after I have a few physical therapy sessions under my belt to update on how that is going. I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer. Always remember...God's Got This! 

Tune-In-Tuesday (but on a Monday): June 19, 2023 - Post Surgery Appointment Update

Hi all! Here's an update on what's been going on with me since my last post on June 8.

Don't laugh (or do, it is kind of funny!) but I created a charging station at home for my DBS system. It cracks me up that I literally have to be "charged up" at least once a week, if not more. This rechargeable battery came with a lot more components then my non-rechargeable remote.

Old remote and packaging

New remote packaging

Charging Station

I checked my battery strength one week out from surgery (on June 14) and it was still at 100%. 

To check the battery strength, I use two devices:

One of the devices is a Samsung smart phone (on the right in the above picture) and the other device is a remote (on the left) that I hold up to my battery. 

After the phone communicates with the device, then it tells me what the battery strength is. I actually just checked it (so that I could take the pictures) and it's down to 75%, so I'll be recharging myself once I've posted this update. :) 75% is OK, but 100% is better! I carry both of these devices in my purse just in case I need them. It's kind of bulky, but oh well!

The first time I recharged myself was on June 16. I was working and my fingers started to twitch. That was odd (because my hands/fingers are rarely the problem), but it reminded me that I should probably check the battery. Like now, the battery had only drained 15%, so that it was at 75% but I want it to be 100% (because I'm neurotic like that!), so before I went out to celebrate my brother's birthday, I recharged myself. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but I think it'll get easier each time I do it. 

To recharge, I drape this around my neck. The one side has a weight (it's blue), and the other side is the DBS system: 

Like I said, it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be the first time. It took a while for me to find the exact spot where the battery connects with the charger and once I found it, I was afraid of losing it. I actually did lose it several times, so I had to readjust and try again. Once I found it, I was nervous to stop holding the device as I thought it would slip again, but eventually things evened out and the recharge began. It took 45 minutes to recharge just 15%. BUT I think it will be faster next time because as I was recharging myself, I was also reading through the manual, and it said that the communicator battery should be charged to 100% and it was not. It was only at 84%. That was my fault because I had plugged the recharging station into an outlet that only works when the lights are on in the room, therefore it wasn't charging 24/7. In the picture below, "My Battery" is the battery that's implanted in me. The "Communicator Battery" is the battery that I'm holding up to my implanted battery in the pictures below. The "Handset Battery" is the battery that I carry in my purse (the one in the above picture).

The status of all the batteries :)

Me, afraid to take my hand off the battery charging device.

I finally took my hand off and it stayed in place!

The pictures below are of the incision. I don't think they're too gross (I just show the bandages), but if you don't like things like that, this is your warning to skip over them (I'm talking to you, Kristen!). 

Incision site on the day of surgery

Incision site as of today. That "lump" is the actual battery :)

Before I get into how today's post op appointment went, I have to tell you what happened on the way there. I left my house with 30 minutes until my appointment. My appointment was at 11:15am. When I left the house, it was pouring buckets of rain. It was raining so hard that it made me think we need to be very specific in our prayers to God. We need the rain, but maybe not all in one day. :) So, it was raining hard. There were no accidents on the highway, but traffic was horrific. I started to panic that I was going to be late. I prayed and said "Lord, the only way I'll be able to get there on time today is if you perform a miracle. Please perform a miracle and let me not be late!" I entered the parking garage at 11:10 (or around there). There was a handicap space available right away, but it was on the "wrong side" of the parking garage - meaning I would have to walk a lot further to get to the surgeon's office - so I took a chance and bypassed it. Then I got behind the slowest person in the parking garage -ha! I again saw a handicap parking spot but it looked like it was reserved for a different part of the building then I was going to, so I bypassed it. I was still behind the slowest person ever in the parking garage. He stopped in front of me, waiting for this person to pull out. When the person didn't pull out within a minute or two, the slowest guy in the parking garage went on and then I looked behind me and there was no one there, so I stopped for the same person. I couldn't tell if he had just gotten there or was leaving, but I waited a minute. He pulled out!! So, I pulled in. :) I got my walker out and looked at my phone. It was 11:14am. I went straight to the elevator and thought I'd be a couple of minutes late depending on how far I had to walk to the office. To my surprise, I got off the elevator and the office was right there in front of me (You might be wondering why I didn't know this before. That's because when my dad came with me for the pre-op appointment, we did park on the wrong side of the parking garage and went in different doors and elevators and had to walk a bit.)!  I checked in with the front desk and when I sat down in the waiting room, I looked at the time and it was 11:16am. I had checked in by 11:15am!! God performed a miracle! All I could do was smile and say, "thank you". God listens to us no matter how small or trivial our requests are - thank you, Jesus!

Today's post op appointment went well. I saw my neurosurgeon's nurse, Sarah. She looked at the incision and said it looked great. I commented that those steri-strips are strong, and she agreed but said when it's time for them to come off, they will fall off. There's 10 of them. I can't remember from my last surgery how long it took them all to fall off, but it'll be two weeks this coming Wednesday since my surgery and these strips don't look like they will be falling off anytime soon. I still can't exercise/move my hands above my head for an extended period of time (I mean, I physically can, but I'm not supposed to!)/ lift anything above 10lbs/ do any excessive movements/ swim or get the site emerged in water for 6 weeks, but other than that all is good. As I was walking out, (this neurosurgeon practice has literally the longest hallway I've ever seen for a doctor's office!) I ran into (not literally) my surgeon, Dr. G. He asked how I was and when I said "good" he said he thought I must be, because Sarah didn't run to get him. :) It was good to see him. When I said "good" as to how I was, I was specifically talking about the recovery from surgery. As for my walking, it's not where I want it to be. It does usually take about 2 weeks for me to see any major improvement and it technically has not been two weeks, but I think if I'm still where I'm at today in two days, I may bump the electricity up some as I'm still having lots of problems walking. It was nice to hear though from someone at church who said I looked a lot steadier on my feet then I did before the surgery. In that respect, I am much better. I do feel steadier on my feet when I'm standing still. Walking is a whole different issue! :) 

Another sweet friend reminded me that we just have to be who we are (disabilities and all), and we can't worry about what other people think of us. I've been told this over and over again and still need to hear it to believe it. I like to "hide" my disability as much as possible because I'm afraid people won't like me because of it. But, at times I have to use a walker. Other times I have to use a cane. Those things are hard to hide. I need to use what I need to use to get around safely and not be ashamed of that. I've grown A LOT since I was first diagnosed. Most of the time, I don't care what people may or may not think, but every once in a while, I get shy/embarrassed/worried what people think of me/how they view me. But then I remember that most people don't care - ha! They are worried about themselves far more then whether I can walk with a walker or not. :) God made us all unique and beautiful. Because we live in a sin-filled world we are also broken and battered. We have battle scars. But the brokenness and the battle scars make us stronger, wiser and in some respects even more beautiful than we can imagine. So, we carry on and we have compassion for those who, like us, are most likely broken and battered too, although maybe not in the same way we are.

Thank you for reading and always, always remember...."God's Got This!"

Tune-In-Tuesday (but on a Thursday): June 8, 2023 - Surgery Update

Yesterday I had my battery replacement surgery. It was set for 1pm and I had to be at the hospital at 11am. My dad came and picked me up around 10:15am. The parking garage at the hospital was so packed that we had to park on the very top level. I had done pre-op testing two weeks prior and had paid my out-of-pocket deductible the day before so all I had to do in registration was get my arm band and paperwork and head up to the out-patient surgery waiting room where Dad and I waited for an hour and half. :) It was fine. We ended up meeting this father and son. The father (and mother who was the one having surgery) are from Turkey. My dad overheard the father talking on the phone in a different language and asked what language it was. Dad had fun quizzing me on the pictures of celebrities he showed me. He couldn't believe I knew most of their names. Leave it to me to know the really important things in life - ha! Around noon, I began to think that the hospital had forgotten about me. It seemed like everyone else had been called back. Dad and I decided to wait until 12:30 before speaking up and around 12:20/12:25pm my name was called. Doesn't it always go like that?! We were led back to pre-op where I got dressed in a lovely hospital gown and socks. My surgeon's PA came in and went over what to expect with the surgery and after the surgery. After he left, a nurse, Renee, came in. She was super sweet, and we found out that we're the same age (well, she's a little older as her birthday was in March). In the computer system, my mom was still listed as my next of kin contact for surgery (although on the paperwork I had done two weeks prior, I changed it to Dad), which led to us explaining that she had passed away. Renee said, "Oh she was young, like early 70's?"  And that's when I found out we were the same age because she said that she thought my parents had to be around the same age as her parents. Mom was only 68. I think I've mentioned this before, but if not, I'm saying it now - LIDOCAINE, people. Lidocaine is the way to go before putting an IV in (especially if said IV is in your hand). Lidocaine is your best friend. A little shot of that to numb the area, makes for a very happy patient. I couldn't believe Renee had gotten my IV in when she said she had because I didn't feel it all. She said that she could tell I was super nervous getting the IV because I tensed up but after the Lidocaine, all was well. :) She said that it is now hospital protocol to give it before giving an IV. I like that protocol!! One protocol I don't like: urine samples for all women between the ages of 12-55 to make sure we're not pregnant. OK, it's not that I don't like the protocol, it's just that I wasn't prepared for it. During pre-testing two weeks ago, they asked if I'd like a pregnancy test before surgery. I said no, because there's no way I'm pregnant and I knew I wouldn't have had any fluids since the night before. Well, it turns out it's protocol to have it done. I had peed like 4 or 5 times before I left for the hospital that morning (just because I was nervous) but it took me forever to give them a sample at the hospital. (OK maybe not forever, but 2 different tries - maybe 10 minutes altogether). There was no way I was pregnant. Dad even offered to give it for me - haha! The anesthesiologist said he didn't care if I didn't take the test, but my surgeon insisted I have it. I did eventually pee and guess what the pregnancy test said?! I'm NOT pregnant. Glad we got that cleared up. :)  In between all of that I met with the anesthesiologist. Then the Medtronic rep came in and gave a demo on how my new battery would work. I got a rechargeable one this time and wow - there is a lot more to it then the non-rechargeable one, but I think I understood it all. Then a neuro-OR nurse came in and went over some things and then an anesthesia tech came in and got me ready to go back to the OR. I love that they can give you something to calm you down on the ride to the OR. My surgeon, Dr. G. told Dad that everything went great with the surgery. Today I was trying to remember, and I don't think I ever even saw Dr. G. yesterday. I could be wrong, but I don't think I did. :) After the surgery in post op, I ate some saltines and drank ginger ale while I listened to the patient on my right snoring loudly and the patient to my left crying out in pain - thankful that I was neither one of them. My nurse, Sonja, came back to my curtain area and apologized for the noise that the patient who was crying out in pain was making, but it didn't matter to me. I was still basically in anesthesia-induced bliss, and I had finally gotten to eat and drink something and had heated blankets. I was told that I was back in post op for an hour and half, but it seemed like only a few minutes. Then I was moved to step-down and Dad was allowed back with me. I could finally see as he had my glasses (and I'm legally blind without glasses or contacts). My nurse in step-down was Crystal. She is a travelling nurse (her home is in FL) and Dad and I had a good time talking with her. Finally, I was discharged. We left the hospital around 4:50pm. 

I spent the night at my dad's house. He was very sweet and attentive. To make me smile, he had gone ahead and wrapped all my birthday gifts (my birthday isn't until June 12) and set them up beside the bed that I would be sleeping in that night. As soon as I got to Dad's, I said I had to pee really bad. He was like, "Oh, now you have to pee! You couldn't have done that earlier?!?" :) We had hotdogs and chips and cherries for dinner and watched a documentary on Elizabeth Holmes and one on Hillsong, both watched on the MAX app that I have been working on in my professional life for the past 6 months or so. Funny story: as we were waiting in the waiting room before surgery, Dad finally found out exactly what I do at work - haha! He said that when I explained it to him before he didn't know what a "thumbnail" was, but when I showed him on the MAX app, the images I had created, he understood!

So far, I've been able to manage the pain with over-the-counter pain meds. In fact, what hurts the most is not the incision site (although there is pain there), but rather my tongue. I noticed that pain right after I woke up from anesthesia. I learned from a friend that sometimes the anesthesiologist will put a clamp on your tongue to get it out of the way (or something like that...I don't think this was ever in an episode of ER, so I'm not sure it's true - haha!). Anyway, I have a really bad sore on my tongue now and it's causing my worst discomfort. But that 3rd day after surgery is usually the worst for pain (at least for me), so here's to hoping that I can make it through the workday tomorrow! (I'll be fine!)

I have to give my dad huge props for helping me through this surgery. That was (mainly) always a Mom thing, but Dad did wonderfully. It's the first surgery that I've had since Mom's been gone. It wasn't a major surgery (from a surgeon's standpoint), but it was big to me, and Dad did a great job seeing me through it. Thank you, Dad! 

As always, I'll close by saying, God's Got This! 

Tune-in-Tuesday: May 9, 2023

Wonders never cease - I am actually writing this blog post on a Tuesday (to go along with the Tune-In-Tuesday theme) AND I'm updating this blog within a month of my last update (instead of not updating it for 3 or more months). Actually, this is the 2nd time I'm writing this post tonight because somehow, I lost my previous post. I had just finished it too, so I'm not happy about having to write this all over again, but here it goes...

I'm updating tonight because I met with my neurosurgeon today. It took a while to get in to see him. Usually, the neurosurgeon's office is very responsive, so I found it very odd that I had not heard from them a week after seeing my neurologist. I called my neurologist back (since he said to do so if I hadn't heard from them). His assistant gave me the name of the neurosurgeon and his number so that I could call them directly. I couldn't think of the name of my neurosurgeon off the top of my head (see what I did there?!) when I was talking with my neurologist's assistant, but the name she gave me, was not his name. I did a little research before I called the neurosurgeon's office and remembered the name of my neurosurgeon! When I looked him up, I found out that this new (to me) neurosurgeon is in his same practice. It turns out that my previous neurosurgeon, Dr. B. has handed off these battery replacement surgeries to his colleague, Dr. G. (my new neurosurgeon). When I called the neurosurgeon's office the front desk was as confused at first as I was - ha! In their system my surgeon was Dr. B. and even though I said I was to see Dr. G. now (according to my neurologist) they had me leave a message with Dr. B.'s team first. Dr. B.'s team called me back and explained that I was supposed to be with Dr. G. because Dr. B. had handed those surgeries off to him and they said that they had left a message with Dr. G.'s team to give me a call back. When I hadn't heard from Dr. G's team 3 or 4 days later, I called back and left a message. I have a dear friend at church who knows people in high places at the neurosurgeon's office, so she texted her friend and her friend had Dr. G.'s nurse call me the very next day. It turns out my paperwork had gotten lost. Dr. G.'s nurse was super apologetic and friendly and she scheduled me for the very first appointment available - today. She actually scheduled me with Dr. G.'s PA because Dr. G. didn't have any appointments available until the end of June, but she assured me I would get to meet Dr. G. for a minute or two at today's appointment.

In the meantime, I asked my brother, who is an ER doctor at the same hospital, if he had heard of Dr. G. He had and said that he loved working with him because he was very responsive. 

My dad went with me to today's appointment. He didn't have to, but I'm glad he did because we both got to meet Dr. G. for the first time at the same time. Plus, Dad settled my nerves (although I don't think he knows that). Like I said, we met with Dr. G.'s PA first. He was great. Then Dr. G. came in. He didn't seem rushed at all, and he answered all of our questions. He was super nice and put my nerves to rest. I finally got an answer as to why my battery drains so fast. He said that's it's actually super common that dystonia DBS patient's batteries drain faster because we use more electricity and on a higher setting of electricity then other DBS patients (like Parkinson's patients). He agreed with my neurologist that me having to have the battery replaced in my system every 1.5 to 2 years isn't good because with every surgery there's risk of infection. I asked (because a friend brought this up) if scar tissue was/is an issue with each new surgery and surprisingly (to me), he said that wasn't an issue because there is something they can do to avoid that. He said that I was an ideal candidate for a rechargeable battery. Dad asked how long a rechargeable battery lasts. He said 15 YEARS. Yes, 15 years! But, while it may last that long, I have to recharge the battery EVERY WEEK. It takes 2-3 hours to recharge it, but I don't have to do it consecutively or even on the same day. I do have to be plugged in to a light socket though. I had joked with friends about that, but that part of it turned out to be true. It's a good thing I like to watch TV because I guess that's what I'll be doing while I recharge myself. :) Dr. G. went over the risks of a rechargeable battery. There's a slight risk that the battery could come dislodged/torn from the muscle (I think it's muscle they sew it to. Dr. G. said what it was, but I've forgotten that now!) or it could flip, and I would have to have surgery to get it sewn back in place or flipped back over. He said I'm at a low risk for either of those things happening. Those at a greater risk are older people who have thin, frail skin. He's only seen it happen once himself and it was in a patient who was in their 80's. One of the advantages of having a NON-rechargeable battery (what I have now) is that even if the battery were to flip or become dislodged, it would still work. The rechargeable battery has a certain spot (and only on one side) where it's recharged and that's why it would have to be replaced and/or flipped surgically if it became dislodged or if it flipped. Does that make sense? I feel like I'm not making sense, but Dr. G. made perfect sense when he described everything. Dr. G. showed us what the battery looks like and it's smaller then the one I have now. Dad and I agreed that the rechargeable battery is the way to go. It's made by the same manufacturer (Medtronic) as my non-rechargeable battery and everything else would remain the same (as in, I will still have a remote to change the settings). After Dr. G. had explained everything to us and answered all of our questions he left and sent his nurse in to schedule the surgery with us. She asked if there were any days in June off the table for us since that would be the first dates she could get me in. We told her I didn't want it on my birthday. She asked when that is and when I said the 12th she said she could get me in before then - whew! The earliest Dr. G. has available is June 7 so that's what we decided on (even though that's my niece's 2nd birthday - that kind of bummed me out - but my sister-in-law said we could celebrate early which made me happy!). I have pre-op appointments scheduled for May 24.

So now I'm praying that the battery won't completely die before June 7. If I'm being honest, I get really anxious about having surgeries (and yet at the same time am super thankful for them!), but I know that in everything...

God's Got This!