Yesterday I had my 3-month post-op follow-up doctor's appointment and it's crazy to think how far I've come in these three short months. It seems like a million years ago that I was wearing a neck brace & compression socks, sleeping in a chair and drinking through a straw. Things are so much easier these days...I'm driving comfortably, I "graduated" from physical therapy, and most of my restrictions have been lifted.
The last big thing to get rid of is my brain stim machine (the lovely cords you see in the pics above). They drive me batty (they don't stay on and the machine itself is the size of a 1990's pager), but I will be wearing them for another two months. It's easier to do now because the other day we saw the full bill for my surgery (think of the most astronomical amount you can...then triple it!) and I got, yet another, reason why I don't want to do this surgery a second time. It's not too bad, right?
I think when these cords come off I'm wearing every necklace I own though...at one time...Mr. T style!
Post title is a reference to a running joke my brother and I have had for years. Just so happens that it's his birthday today too! Happy Birthday little brother!!!