I started this blog because I wanted to help people get through what I went through.  I did get to a few people and was able to coach them through the horrible ride of the big decision of whether or not to get the surgery.  I am very glad I was able to do this.

Scolosis is something I have and need to live with.  The surgery is also something I went through and am very thankful for.  Neither Scolosis or the corrective surgery is who I am.  It's not who are either.  It may have helped shaped you mentally and physically, but it does NOT define you.  I created a new blog that reflects who I am, not just what I have or had to deal with.

I would love to continue to help people and I will continue to address any speedbump I overcome with this disease and surgery.  I urge everyone to continue to come to me with questions or guidance.  My new contact information is as follows:

E-mail:  jmv8288@aol.com
Blog: http://littlemsfun.blogspot.com/

Reach me through either of those two avenues and I promise to respond right away.

For everyone who has, thank you for following and reaching out to me.

Big Moves !!!

Yesterday I made a very significant step towards a full recovery.  I did my first sit up !!  This might sound small, but to me it's a huge deal !! I still feel very stiff compared to before the surgery, but everyday that feeling gets less and less.  I am still swollen in two spots.  I am starting physical therapy on Wednesday so that should hopefully help with the swelling.  I also gain a significant amount of weight after the surgery from now moving around at all.  I'm having a hard time getting rid of it.  This is making me a little upset, but weight is always something that can be resolved if I put my mind to it.  The physical therapy might help with this as well.

Work is going great.  I love my job and the people that I work with.  I feel like my time is being used much more productively now.  Depression is something that came with the surgery.  No one can feel good about themselves just laying down all day unable to move and do basic daily functions.  Starting to work was a huge turn around for me.  Within two weeks all my depressed feelings went away and I began to feel useful again.

My next follow up appointment is in September.  The last one (2 weeks ago about) resulted in PT.  Hopefully the next one will result in something even better, like a full recovery :) :) :)

Nite everyone xoxo

Blame it on ah ah alcohol babyy

Since I have off from work tomorrow for Good Friday, my friend asked me to go to a club with him.  I haven't been to a club since the surgery.  I still feel a little stiff and awkward, so I've been shying away from places like that.  Well, my friend finally convinced me to go.  We didn't stay too long, but I DANCED !!!!! For the first time in 3 months, I finally got back on the dance floor.  Granted, I was by no means able to do half of what I used to, but I was still able to get down lol...

Once again, I felt stiff and VERY awkward on the dance floor, but my friends assured me that I did fine.  After about a half hour of trying to get back into rythym, I realized how much better I felt.  After moving my body into different directions I felt a hell of a lot less stiff than when I first started.  This makes me think that maybe I should start dancing a little bit home just to get myself back into the groove of things lol

So there you have it, 3 months = back to work, back to dancing, back to LIFE =D

Have a Happy Easter everyone xoxoxox

Guess Who's Employed ?! woo hooo

As of last week, I am currently employed.  I got a prestigious position at a washer company. LMAO.  You know those little round things with a hole in the middle...  Washers are a lot more complicated then they sound. lol  On a more serious note, the job is more than decent.  It's a reasonable salary, great benefits, and the people are wonderful.  With 5 out of every 6 people unemployed, I consider myself VERY fortunate.

The big question is:  Three months post op and back to work.  How is it?

It's not bad at all !  While I still feel very stiff and awkward, the more I do the better that I feel.  It was also very reassuring when I told co-workers about the surgery and their reaction was a look of surprise.  No one had any idea.  This makes me think that feeling awkward and stiff is half in my head.

May 6th is my follow up appointment with the surgeon.  Hopefully everything is healing as well as it feels.

It's A Boy !!

My cousin had her baby a few days ago, and it's a boy !!  He is absolutely gorgeous.  I was proud to accept the title of god mother.  God bless Isaiah Anthony =D

Getting Back to Life

I am now a little more than two months post operation, and things are going very well.  I am almost back to normal life.  Although I can do everything I used to, I say almost because I feel awkward doing these everyday tasks.  I am very stiff, so simple things such as getting in and out of a car make me feel like I'm made of metal.  Hopefully, this horrible feeling passes soon.

The recuperation was not that bad at all.  The pain medications keep the pain at bay.  The hardest parts of the recovery in my opinion were not being able to do much, the massive amount of hair that fell out, and the stabbing sensation in my leg.  The surgeon accidentally hit a nerve during the surgery which resulted in this stabbing pain in my left leg.  This passed after about a month, but it was more painful and annoying than any back pain I encountered.  My abdomen is swollen, which isn't that terrible of a side effect, but definitely annoying!  I can't wait for that go away for bikini season. lol

Well now that I am back in action, I am trying to find a job and get back into a routine.  I'm finding it very easy to get depressed laying in bed all day without much to do.  Thank god for the good news I'll put in my next post, otherwise I might have fallen to depression...

Surgery and then some =D

Exactly a week ago, I was just waking up in the recovery room in the Hospital for Joint Diseases.  Everything went very well.  I don't think I could have gotten much luckier with my experience.

Sunday:  My grandparents and I spent the night a couple of blocks from the hospital in the Union Inn.  This was so I could be at the hospital for the 6am report time and not be late.  I was surprisingly calm and slept very well.  My nerves never altered.  I came to terms with my decision and realized that I was in God's hands.

Monday:  I woke up bright and early.  I checked in at the hospital at 6am.  Next thing I know, I am being sent downstairs and changed into some funky blue, paper clothes.  My family was very supportive.  My nanny and papa never left my side, my father, and my Aunt Fran were also there to say good bye.  The rest of my family didn't make it until I was already under the knife.  I was put under anesthesia around 8am.  Everything went very well and I could not be happier with my results.  I don't remember much of this night, but I was told that I was in the recovery room until about 10pm waiting for a regular room.

Tuesday:  I had a morphine pump that I was able to push every 6 minutes to alleviate the pain.  I was not able to stay awake for very long.  I don't remember much of Tuesday, but I do remember having a blood transfusion.  My Aunt Chris and brother spent the day with me.  I was having a bad reaction to the morphine, so they took me off of the pump and started me with oral pain meds.  The physical therapist also came for the first time on Tuesday and this is when I took my first two steps.

Wednesday:  I was moved to a new room on Wednesday that was VIP status.  (still don't know how I got that room...lol)  This day was full of oral pain meds, a lot of sleeping, and me being VERY sore.  Wednesday has been the most painful day since the surgery.  This day was the only day that I regretted the surgery.  The PT came in and forced me to sit up.  I was in so much pain that I could not do this.  She held me up and I sat there, but I was dry-heeving.  Once again, Wednesday was a horrible day.

Thursday:  This day went very well.  I was taken off of the foley bag and WALKED myself to the bathroom to pee.  I was still very sore, but was making a rapid recovery.  I was told that I would be able to go home on Friday.

Friday:  I went home on Friday about 12pm.  My heart rate was high so they kept me until the afternoon to try and figure out why it was so high.  The oxygen level in my blood was also very low.  After more tests, I went to my grandmothers house.

I have been at my grandmother's house ever since.  Each day gets much easier.  I have no regrets so far.  I am able to walk around on my own and every day I can do a little more.  I even showered myself today !!  The only issue we had was the bed I would be spending my days in.  We thought I would use the guest bedroom, but that mattress was not good for my back.  We had to go out and purchase memory foam to put on top of the bed to make it more bearable.  Tonight will be my first night on the memory foam.  I will let you all know how that goes.  It's an easy enough fix!!

January 24 I will find out how much height I gained, my new degrees of curvature, and my surgeon's opinion.

Sorry that it took me so long to let you know what was going on.  I have been so tired from the medication that I couldn't keep my head up.  I will talk to you all soon.  It's time for another nap.

Jaclyn xo