Memory Loss
I spent the first week post-surgery on the first floor of my daughter’s house. No driving or stair climbing. Most of my time was dedicated to walking around, sitting, staring at my phone, and sleeping. After about three days I began to miss my computer wondering why I thought it was a good idea to leave it at home. I talked about having my son over-night it to me. My daughter offered to let me use one of the kids PC’s and I took her up on it. Thus, yesterday’s blog.
My healing seems to be going relatively well. Yesterday, I was cleared to drive a bit and walk up and down stairs. When the kids got home from school, in the afternoon, they helped me bring my gear up to my normal room on the second floor. It was nice to be back. There was even a shirt of mine on the back of a chair, and as I looked at it, I saw something else. My computer. It had been on its desk, upstairs, the entire week. I’d had no memory at all of bringing it until I saw it. I’d settled in at my daughter’s house last Saturday and went to my oldest son’s house on Sunday. He took me to my surgery. I’d even blogged on Sunday before we left for his house.
It was a reminder that anesthesia, even though a blessing, has potent side effects, and one of them is memory loss. I’d spent a week not remembering my computer was in a room just above my head. That’s a little scary, even though I now remember packing it, setting up, using it, and leaving it just as I found it. It’s also a reminder that this surgery was a dramatic insult to my body, and it might take more time than I imagined to put itself back together, which is probably a good reminder. Because, getting ahead of yourself almost always leads to trouble and that’s really the last thing I need or want.