Out of the hospital and on the move

So here I am back at home and as my grandma has been saying, "Siting up and taking nourishment.". The surgery was a lot different than I thought it was going to be. The morning of the surgery I had to decide what kind of experience this was going to be for me. Long story short I went into the pre-op and the operating room laughing and cracking jokes and came out of the anesthesia laughing.
That was the weirdest part. I woke up as they were removing the int abater tube. I was coughing, spitting and laughing. Laughing. Huh. The only thing I can think of is because I went under laughing that I came to laughing. Any hoo.
The hardest part wasn't the surgery but the recovery afterwards. The surgery was actually the easy part. They poke me with a few needles and I'm out, then they poke me with a couple more and I'm awake. But managing the pain has been the hardest. For the first week I thought I was going to die. I really just felt like death. Then They discharged me from my hospital suite and sent me to my aunt Dee & Uncle John's. I was all kinds of sick for the first four days. And then it was as if a light switch, that no one ever told me I had in me, was flipped. I went from sleeping, hurting, and vomiting, to eating food, walking around, and smiling. I was thrilled when I turned the corner. But wait there's more...
Now this switch didn't take away the pain. All the switch did was take the sick feeling away. It seems that the better I feel the more I hurt. Here's what I mean. From the shoulders down I feel great, and now that I am off the pain narcotics my mind is clear. So here's my problem. If I sit on the couch all day I may feel lazy but I'm not too sore. For those of you who know me though know that I don't sit still well. (I think that comes from my perpetually moving mommy :) ) So All of me feels normal except my neck and head. Crap. So I push my self and push my self and do more than I should be with my body. And then I hurt. I go and go and go until I can't stand the pain any more and I have to stop and rest. I also went from being fully medicated on 3 different pain narcotics to flushing those down the toilet and only rely on one hopped up Tylonol before bed and then when I wake up.
But over all I would count my self extremely lucky and fortunate. Here's a quick break down;
My main neurosurgeon was absolutely the best I could have ever asked for, my secondary neurosurgeon was hot and very nice...and a very good doctor hehehehe, my family and friends all kept me going and were there for me every step of the way, and I am getting better.
The doctors say that in three months when I go back for a post-op evaluation and MRI's that I should be able to know by then if I have any left over symptoms.

So thank you to all the doctors and nurses but just as important...THANK YOU to all of my family and friends who keep me going. I'm not out of the woods yet but I'm on my way. I do still plan on blogging because I know that there is more to come. I am going to be putting pictures of my head on here really soon so keep in touch and feel free to keep reading!!

Mwah!!! All my love!!
-AP