Well, it's been a minute since I posted here. You may be wondering where I've been, since I haven't really posted about it here. Well, a little backstory is required
I was born with neurofibromatosis, which translates to my body being covered in tumors, typically on nerve endings. This, among other things, leaves me frequently exhausted, more predisposed to things like depression, anxiety, learning difficulties, etc.
The fickle thing with them is that if removed, there's no guarantee they won't simply grow back, so unless they're particularly invasive, they're typically left alone. Which leads us to news I got in January regarding MRI results (things I had put off for far too long), that one was pressing on the nerves in my spine at the base of my skull. If left alone, I would eventually lose my ability to walk by myself, to go up and down the stairs, to eat, to button my own shirt, etc. So, logic dictates that it be removed
Which is precisely what I went in for on the 14th - I ended up getting a bit more than I originally planned, one (that was causing me discomfort anyway) closer to the surface got removed, and one closer to the brainstem was significantly decompressed. Recovery was...a challenge. I spent about 2 days in the hospital, but to be frank I was so hopped up on painkillers that entire week is a blur
After 24 straight hours of bedrest, it was a lot like learning to walk for the first time again. My entire body felt like jelly, especially my legs. I'm able to walk on my own now and I got the staples removed yesterday afternoon, so by and large the only restrictions I have left are how much I can lift and strain myself
I'm doing better now, physically and emotionally, and feeling just about up to getting back to my creative outlets
