I had my stitches removed, today. Other than some minor tugging, it was over rather quickly. I also got the OK to go back to therapy on Monday. And for the first time, I can now get my head wet without worrying about where the water might be going. We talked briefly about the few symptoms I’m still experiencing, but by and large my neurosurgeon was quite pleased with my progress.
Hopefully, today’s plan will take me to a barbershop that will trim the rest of my hair down to a length similar to what was buzzed for the surgery originally. I think that will help a lot towards making my haircut less freakish. — Plus, the idea of having two-length hair, with one section being the giant middle of my skull and the other being the periphery, does not sit very well with me. Just something to sort of clean it up and make it look less monstrous. That’s all I’m really asking for. I don’t want to be Riff-Raff.
The scars don’t look quite so intimidating without the black nylon stitches to highlight them. And with the blessing of getting my hair wet, I can actually try and wash some of the blood out of my hair to get rid of that unpleasantness.
Who knew traumatic brain injury could be so involved? — Actually, I spent a lot of yesterday online doing research about TBI. I’m not sure it helped or hindered my progress in general. I read a lot of stuff — including some abstracts of papers written in part by my neurosurgeon — but the most disturbing piece was one about the relation between survivors of traumatic brain injuries (like myself) and the increased incidence of Alzheimer’s disease later in life. That paper was rather scary.
I guess the take home message is to focus on the things I can do now, and not worry so much about what may come ten or fifteen years from now as a result. — That means looking towards going back to therapy on Monday, and working on getting my strength, endurance and balance back. Worry about that; worry about getting myself back into enough shape where I can work a full day at the office, and we’ll let the rest of it sort itself out, when the time comes.