I Can't Do This

Just when I thought things were getting better, we are hit by a bad day. Mr X is moody and temperamental, he even shouted at me, something very uncharacteristic of him. It hurt like a stab in the heart. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Between the children wanting my attention, the lack of sleep at night from waking up for Master X and dealing with Mr X, I just feel like I've had it. I hate saying I can't do this cos I'm not a quitter but its getting really difficult.

Light at the end of the tunnel

It seems like we're really on the way to recovery. Mr X is acting more like his old self. He is taking an interest in life once again. I'm overjoyed that he is making such terrific progress and that I have my partner, best friend and husband back. Most importantly, the children have their father.
His short term memory is still sketchy, bits and pieces come back to him but he still can't recall much since the accident.

Good News

Mr X seems like his old self today. The appointment with the neurosurgeon went extremely well. He was very positive and reassuring. We are due back to see him in about a month and hopefully we won't have to do another MRI. I'm so happy that I feel like laughing and crying at the same time. Think I'll just celebrate by having another piece of chocolate cake.

A brighter Day

Mr X is having a good morning. He seems very much like his old self and I can only pray that it will last. We're about to leave for his doctor's appointment, wish us luck

A daily struggle

Its been more than a week since "the accident" and 4 days since we came home from the hospital. It's been a huge emotional roller coaster, our lives have been turned upside down, inside and out. I'm acutely aware of how lucky I am to have Mr X still with us. It was only slightly less than 1 year ago that he had another horrific accident which left him with a fractured skull.

This time around the accident was much less severe, or so I thought. The mood swings, the emotional outbursts and the memory loss were things that I never expected. It's like Mr X is physically here, but it's only his shell. Ever so often during the day , I catch a glimpse of the old Mr X and I try to savor every minute. I cling on to the hope that this good spell would last, only to be bitterly disappointed when he reverts back into his shell.

Miss and Master X are too young to comprehend the whole situation, in a way I'm grateful for their childish innocence.

We have an appointment with the neurologist tomorrow morning, I hope I can get Mr X out of bed in time. Even getting him out of bed is hard work, it takes him about an hour to orientate himself . Let's hope the appointment will bring us some answers and good news.