Week Three...Not that I'm counting.

I'm getting there.  My third week of being "homebound" and it's not really that bad.  I get to get out pretty regularly.  I'm able to keep my house pretty organized.  But I'm starting to miss work.  It sounds really nice to not have to worry about it, but after a while, it's boring to be home by yourself all the time. 

So, I decide to visit District 1.  I really can't say enough great things about the people I work with and my bosses.  They could have been half as nice as they have been to me and I still would have thought they went over and beyond what they needed to do for me.  I was so worried about not being there.  Yet, every time I see them, they completely put me at ease and remind me that work is the last thing I needed to worry about.  We really are a family.  We may get on each others nerves once in a while, but when something happens people really do step up.  I'm eternally grateful.

Two more visits from the nurse and Jim this week.  It appears I'm going to get discharged from their care, and will be able to go to outpatient PT.  Seems like a step in the right direction.  Jim reevaluates me on the Tinneti scale and still considers me a bit of a fall risk but not as bad.  Baby steps...I'll take it. 

So, after Jim gets my referral for outpatient PT, he recommends discharge for me.  I guess his job was to make sure I could safely maneuver myself around my house.  Now that I can do that, the outpatient stuff will hopefully make me a bit steadier and deal with my balance and incoordination problems a little better.

The next day, the nurse comes out to officially discharge me.  What a happy day!  I'm not homebound anymore, even though I am still not driving, but it makes me feel better.

I have a little tiny setback the evening of my discharge.  I feel like I'm getting dizzy again at night.  I felt for awhile that I am probably always dizzy, but since your body's systems compensate for things like this, I figure I'm just getting used to it.  But on this night, things start moving just a bit again and when I close my eyes I can feel myself spinning.  The doc said the medicine I got in the hospital should work for about 6 weeks.  Of course they were supposed to start working after the 2nd dose and didn't.  I'm guessing I'm just going to be a little difficult.

But my visit to Dr. Kanter is in 2 days!  I can't wait.