I never thought I’d be going to rehab, but I’ve got my orders. And while I haven’t yet made the phone call, I will…right after I get back to the office. Just wait until I tell my new boss…

Three months. Relearning how to see, walk, balance. The rehab has a name, too – Vestibular Rehabilitation. Since in one eleven-hour surgery I lost all the “stuff” that helps me hear in my right ear, I need to relearn a bunch of stuff that most people do without thinking about it.

When I first talked to the Surgical Ontologist about it yesterday, I didn’t know how to feel. Last night I didn’t quite process it, either, and today I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s one of those things that I won’t know how I feel about it until I’m doing it. But when I told my Doc that I’d been taking yoga, practicing balancing, walking out doors, walking on a treadmill, lifting weights and doing my best to retrain my brain, he said simply that it had been too soon. And of course since I broke my leg, I haven’t done any of those things.

Being dizzy is annoying. To look drunk when I’m not drunk is even more annoying. If it takes rehab to get my eyes in better working order (because your eyes and your ears work together to give you your balance), then that’s what I’ll do. If it stops the dizziness, the sudden and inexplicable loss of balance, and as a byproduct if it helps me shed this excess broken-leg weight, then I’m all for it.

You won’t catch me saying “no, no no!” Not to MY rehab. (Love the song, though…)


~~Have you read DEMON SOUL yet? What are you waiting for?

Go and buy it now, lol!~~