I'm in remarkable shape, I shouldn't be moaning, so, I'm not moaning, I'm asking a question.
The ruptured aneurysm, and drain/coiling were at the end of February, so I do appreciate I'm still in the early stages of recovery, I also accept that everyone's different, and everyone heals/experiences pain differently.
Following the near-constant, peaking headache, and the crippling fatigue, and waves of vertigo, I sort of plateau'd, and thought I was OK. I am OK, I'm a hell of a lot more OK than I might have been, I'm back at work full-time, and doing pretty much everything I used to do 'before'. (Except ironing, I'm not doing that, I could have died, I'm not standing in the kitchen for two hours every Sunday night, flattening clothes other people then yank off the hangers, and leave on the bed, that CAN stuff off.)
I've blogged that some of my symptoms are like that Culture Club song, in that they come and go. I'm making light of it, because that's my defence mechanism, it's a scary old time, and I'm making fun of myself, because, if I don't I'll fall into my own belly-button, or drive myself quite mad. (All the best people are.)
I'm currently sitting on one VERY numb bum-cheek, like the fabled Karma Chameleon, it comes and goes. (The numbness, not the cheek, my trousers would look ridiculous if the cheek suddenly dropped off.) I've also had issues with my left-sided peripheral vision, sometimes it's there, sometimes it's fuzzy, and I wipe my specs so many times I worry I'm going to wear them out, sometimes it's gone altogether, and I have to turn my head to see what's happening on the left side of me. (Between the irrational anger, and all the neck movement, I might as well paint myself green, and have done with it.)
The vertigo is pretty constant, with occasional peaks that mean I have to grab onto something, I've sort of acclimatised to that, and people are getting used to me suddenly stopping what I'm doing, and grabbing something, I fear for my poor colleagues if ever I get a big wave of vertigo, and there isn't an item of furniture to hold, because I'll have to steady myself on them, and they know I don't like to touch people.
What I'm asking, in my usual self-deprecating, overly-wordy way, is if anyone can give me a clue how long these things will last? I suppose I've already answered my own question, with the QI 'Nobody knows!' klaxon. I'm due an MRA at the end of this month, and an appointment with the Consultant Neurosurgeon roughly four weeks after that, I will ask him, I just wondered if anyone else had transient symptoms?