I don’t think I’ve ever blogged two days in a row, but I wanted to throw up a quick update for my family and friends that read my blog. Yesterday I had my final post-surgery check-up. I’m very, very happy to report that everything is fine!
I was discharged from the regular hospital about a month ago, as my facial surgery has almost completely healed. I still haven’t regained normal feeling in the left side of my face, but that takes up to 18 months. My eyelid (where they made the incision) gets itchy occasionally and I get the odd burning sensation in my lips, but nothing I can’t handle. I have no bruising, swelling or scarring – you can’t tell by looking at me that anything has happened, thankfully.
Yesterday’s eye appointment was the one I had been dreading. There was a 25 per cent chance I would need a second operation, which is not very good odds. I had been so careful but I’ve obviously been back in the gym lifting weights, and therefore increasing the pressure in my eye (which could cause another detachment).
After waiting around for two hours, the doctor looked at my eye for about 20 seconds before making his diagnosis. I have some temporary scarring on the top and bottom of my eyeball but my retina is, in his words, ‘perfect’.
I’ve now also been discharged from the eye hospital, which I’m incredibly thankful for. I’ve spent enough time in hospitals over the past few months to last me a lifetime!
A really spooky thing happened when I came out of my appointment. Literally right outside the hospital door, I saw the van that hit me. Not the exact van, but the same company car. It’s more like a truck, really! It’s quite ironic considering I hadn’t seen one of these vans since my accident (not that I remember that anyway!). It seemed like a sign I had come in a full circle.
When I walked away I started to cry. I don’t know if it was just sheer relief or the shock of seeing the vehicle that hit me, or both.
I haven’t mentioned it because I didn’t want to freak anyone out, but for the past two weeks I’ve been pushing it in the gym. I’m not attempting one rep maxes or anything like that, but I wanted to see how much weight I could handle in the 3-5 rep range. I knew I had my appointment coming up, so I thought it would be best to push my limits knowing that I was getting examined anyway.
The good news is that lifting has not had any negative effect on my eye! I have tests I will continue to perform regularly to monitor any deterioration of my condition (there is a high risk I will suffer another detachment in the future), but for now I feel like a big weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
I feel like I’ve spent the past few months living in fear. Although my body healed rapidly, my mind didn’t. I’ve been scared to live normally and move about as before. I’m hoping that every workout will no longer involve me tiptoeing around and rushing to the mirror every five seconds to make sure my eye hasn’t exploded.
The only lingering problem I have is with my left knee. I bruised it very badly in the accident, but the doctors wouldn’t perform an MRI. It’s still sore to the touch, but not as bad as before (there were some memorable occasions when I nearly bit Rob’s head off for lightly touching my leg!). I can’t put any pressure on my left knee, which funnily enough means that performing a dynamic warm up is the most challenging event! I’ve felt a little pain during squats but it’s fleeting. I plan on seeing a physio in any case.
I just want to say thank you again to everyone who commented and emailed me with well wishes. I think my recovery was sped up knowing I have all of you in my corner <3