Monday may be the day

Dr. T came by a few minutes ago to say that I'm looking good but that my blood sugars need to be a bit closer to normal before I can go home. The steriod is being stepped down, but he doesn't know how low it needs to be before I'll be ok since (repeat after me...) everybody is different. It looked like he'd like me to be able go home though, so that's good.

Diet Coke and chocolate are two fallen soldiers in this whole thing so far. The metallic taste in my mouth makes them unappetizing, but I am getting hungrier. I told Phil that I want to eat three grilled cheese sandwiches and two brats, but not necessarily all at once. My neck is very stiff still. I did get the feeling back in the pinky finger of my left hand though, so that's a victory.

Not being able to sleep at night makes you more tired during the day, so at least one part goes faster. My eyelids still look like they're inside out - when I close them, I feel like I'm looking at bugs and weird stuff that's growing. Various bruises are healing too, including a goofy one under my left eye from the facial nerve monitoring during surgery. I'd like to get this last IV line out so it can start to heal, plus it's not being used for anything anyway. I haven't taken any pain meds stronger than OTC Tylenol, which was a bit surprising but not totally unexpected. The PT gave us some names for vestibular therapists closer to where we live - getting back to normal may definitely take some time. Walking in a straight line is ok, but I think I look zombie-like. Could also be from my bed-head. Need to find out more about showering.