Back to...normality?

Have you ever tried to take a selfie? Actually just a picture of one of your eyes! It's hard work. I couldn't do it. I wanted to do it so I could show off how far the healing process of my eye has been. It will still be a few more days before it is back to how it looked before surgery took place but my goodness it's a lot better than a week ago. I posted a photo a couple of weeks back that showed the staples in my head but if you look closely at my left eyelid you will see that it looks like it had some incredible makeup artist come along and do some fantastic eye-makeup for me. Alas it was a bruise, a bloody nasty one. It wasn't just the skin that was bruised but the eyeball and as that has no skin covering it imagine the colour it was. I can't remember, as I was under rather heavy drugs, but I couldn't close my eye because it was too swollen. I don't get how that works. Anyway surgery was 4 weeks ago yesterday WOOT but as I said the eye has a bit more healing to do. I don't know how I would cope if my vision had been impaired through this surgery. I love to travel and what I bring back from travel, apart from a few trinkets, is the memories of what I have seen and experienced. I honestly don't know what my life would be like right now if my eye wasn't OK.

Apart from that the last week has been interesting. I'm tired, once again expected. I feel the most tired around midday-3pm. I'm not sure why. I admit I haven't done enough exercise and I question myself as to whether this is why I'm not sleeping well at night or because it is actually a weird feeling to not be woken up every couple of hours as I was at hospital by nurses taking blood or giving me drugs at 3am in the morning. I've had some weird dreams as well. The type of dreams where you try to wake yourself up from but when you wake up you can't remember what the dream was about and are asleep again withing 26 seconds. I'm hoping they stop soon. Could it still be the drugs from the hospital wearing off? Possibly! Actually I have no idea. I forgot to ask the neurologist on Wednesday dang it!

So yes, I saw my neurologist again on Wednesday. I was hoping he would have the biopsy results to talk through with me but nope, this was not the case! I won't know the actual results until next time I see my neurosurgeon in December. I'm assuming this means it's not an urgent matter as I can't see him before then and he hasn't contacted me. In addition, at the hospital, the neurosurgeon and the neurologist have said they don't expect radiotherapy will be necessary but we shall see when I speak to my neurosurgeon later. I passed on a report from Hamstead to my neurologist and he wasn't shocked by anything. It was a long appointment, which like every other 3rd or 4th day in hospital had him checking my reflexes and eyes. I passed with flying colours, well at least I passed. I went to pay the dreaded bill after discussing what needs to be checked and when I need another appointment and the lady at the desk informed me that my Dr. had bulk billed me for that session. WOO HOO otherwise it would have cost me $220ish dollars. Praise the Lord! I have no sick leave left and am currently waiting to see if Centrelink will pay me sickness leave. That was an alright way to end an appointment I always dread, even though my neurologist is really nice.

After that I headed off to Centrelink to lodge my sickness claim. I waited about 40 minutes, I felt like I was going to fall asleep at one stage, until someone was free to help. I handed over all of the necessary information and hopefully I will get some money to help with bills and possibly let me go out for a coffee once a week. Lastly I went over to the gym and gave them a copy of my sickness certificate so that they don't charge me whilst I'm unable to do strenuous activity.

Overall I was out doing this simple chores from about 10am - 3pm and I was so tired by the end of it all. It's frustrating but as I finish writing this it's almost 12:40am and whilst I'm tired I don't feel as tired as I did at around 3pm. One of the main things I have definitely learnt over the last month is that the body is an amazing thing/object/mechanism and this odd sleep pattern is a simple example of the complexities of it. It's not because I've been out partying til the wee hours of the morning. I've done nothing, some days literally nothing. For goodness sake I only lasted until 9ish on Saturday night and was just out for dinner.

As I was writing this blog, with a heavy focus on eyes at the beginning, it reminded me of this quote (pretty close to what he said) from a friend when I was in year 12 that I doubt I will ever forget. 'Cass you have green in your eyes!' I was bawling my eyes out at the time, about what I don't know. Typical 17 year old boy :D I admit I love Coldplay (mainly their early stuff).

Now I'm tired, gosh this is weird!