The Dr's appointment began.... not so very well. It has been my third meeting with my Dr... whom I have never met but in ICU. The reason being, she is Mrs Popularity in surgeon country. First started out with xrays in Radiology. This time, they took off my brace. I was kind of scared to take it off... but Dr's orders. Went to deliver the proofs and Dr was in Brain surgery. I broke down in tears because I have been more then ready to move on with my life. I haven't been home yet. I can't drive. I have gained some weight from bed rest. I have been depressed (although people don't really know, unless by those who I've been staying with) it's just progressed over time. I cannot work out. I'm not supposed to lift over 5 pounds. I mean... my life has been completely stripped away. Today has been 8 weeks since the accident.
We talked to the nurse, who works in the office of my Dr at Harris Downtown, and she saw how important it was and didn't realize how much of a burden this all has been. With not being able to see my Dr once or get anything done.
I left the hospital crying. Thinking, here goes another 4 weeks before my next appointment. So upset. I asked some friends on facebook to be praying. Mainly for my sanity. And not even 10 minutes later, as we pull up to our next stop, we get a text message from the nurse. Dr says I can take off the brace, and can drive, but has to ease into driving after a few days of neck movement, then next Drs appointment is Thurs.... and probably Therapy begins after that.
I felt so much lift from my shoulders. And I became overly joyed.
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