If you’ve been reading this blog you know that my progress has been steady and significant. In fact, in my last post, I noted that we are wrestling with a bit of guilt over how quickly I am progressing versus everyone else in the hospital. Well, in the last few days there have been some “wrinkles.”
Absence of Pain: One of the things I discovered this weekend is that I have some diminished feeling on my right side. To be more specific, I cannot feel hot. I was rinsing my right hand and when I put my left hand into the water, I realized that it was too hot to touch. (That’s a problem). Also this weekend, I realized that I have some dysesthesia. At a doctor’s appointment I described some odd sensations on my right side and she said, “This is very common for people with the type of injury you sustained. It’s called dysesthesia.” My response was, “You mean there is a name for this?” Dysesthesia means I have some altered sensations. In my case, I don’t like the feeling of water on my leg. It could be that this is a phase I’m going through as my brain heals. It could also be that I’ve had these challenges throughout the last six weeks but was less aware of it. Clearly, the foggy feeling that I’ve had is lifting. I no longer feel like I’m on lots of cold medicine.
My Dad: I’m writing this entry from Perryville, MO. Sheri is driving me down to see my Dad. Three days ago he checked himself into hospice. This was a small surprise. We had hoped he was going to make it through the summer. I’m glad for a few more days with him. Death is an enemy, but in Christ it has lost its sting. I’m confident I’ll see my Dad in heaven. Thanks for your prayers.
Press On,
Mike