I Miss My Independence
Six weeks. That's how long it's been since I had a Pituitary Adenoma successfully removed from my brain. The recovery is going infinitely smoother than I feared it would. I'm working on the administrative side for the personal training company I'm a trainer for, I'm walking on my own, I no longer have any intracranial pressure AND I even took up running since I can't lift weights past 20lbs right now.
The problem? I was told not to drive post surgery, which initially made sense because of the aforementioned intracranial pressure. I was optimistic that when I went to see my Neurosurgeon's nurse practitioner at the two week follow up that I'd be told I could drive. Nope. And I should've known that would be the case If I was seeing this nurse practitioner and not the Neurosurgeon himself.
He told me jokingly "let other people drive you around!"; but this hinders me from working since I actually need to drive to do that. It also has been taking its toll on my poor girlfriend. She may work only 20 minutes away from me, but she's tired. Especially with the holiday season, and the fact that we literally had a death in the family just last week, requiring her to drive me a longer distance, she's burnt.
I'm beyond grateful to her for EVERYTHING she did and I even set up one hell of a thank you in the form of a romantic getaway to take place at the end of January. But I HATE relying on her or anyone else. I hate the fact that I cannot do fuck all without waiting on her or my mother to come get me. And my mother? Don't even get me started on THAT unhinged psycho!
This Monday I see my Neurosurgeon for the six week follow up. I'm almost positive he will finally clear me to drive if not anything else. I need that. I need to be able to work again. I need to be able to do things without relying on the girlfriend or my mother. I've loved being at my girlfriend's house, but I've at times felt like either a major burden on her, or a goddamn prisoner, and all because I had a fucking tumor.
The problem? I was told not to drive post surgery, which initially made sense because of the aforementioned intracranial pressure. I was optimistic that when I went to see my Neurosurgeon's nurse practitioner at the two week follow up that I'd be told I could drive. Nope. And I should've known that would be the case If I was seeing this nurse practitioner and not the Neurosurgeon himself.
He told me jokingly "let other people drive you around!"; but this hinders me from working since I actually need to drive to do that. It also has been taking its toll on my poor girlfriend. She may work only 20 minutes away from me, but she's tired. Especially with the holiday season, and the fact that we literally had a death in the family just last week, requiring her to drive me a longer distance, she's burnt.
I'm beyond grateful to her for EVERYTHING she did and I even set up one hell of a thank you in the form of a romantic getaway to take place at the end of January. But I HATE relying on her or anyone else. I hate the fact that I cannot do fuck all without waiting on her or my mother to come get me. And my mother? Don't even get me started on THAT unhinged psycho!
This Monday I see my Neurosurgeon for the six week follow up. I'm almost positive he will finally clear me to drive if not anything else. I need that. I need to be able to work again. I need to be able to do things without relying on the girlfriend or my mother. I've loved being at my girlfriend's house, but I've at times felt like either a major burden on her, or a goddamn prisoner, and all because I had a fucking tumor.
