Yep, I did end up having a stroke.
Thankfully, it was a “mini” stroke, but holy hell in a hand basket I had a stroke.
It was crazy.
Where I left the saga, was Saturday March 23rd. Heck, I even went shopping at Target. (Because that is what one does) I had an MRI set for April 8th (umm what?!) and then Sunday came…..
Keep in mind, I was cleared on Wednesday the. 20th, no active bran bleed or brain injury that a CT could see… And I just felt the need to try to explain what was happening to me.
Welp, Sunday…
I remember waking up, and dropped the cat food again, and then try to make coffee. I remember feeling like I was walking through jello. I remember my legs felt so sluggish and heavy. And also feeling like I. Was on auto pilot. I banged into the counter, and husband tried to get my attention. He had me smile, and I could feel it lopsided, he had me hold my arms out, and they were uneven.. and then bam! The episode was over. And I able to speak again, and feel ‘normal” again. I was fine for the rest of the day.
I agreed to let my Mom babysit me on Tuesday. Husband did not want me by myself. Ok, fine, I agree. But I did have a hair appointment for Monday. (In my defense, I really needed one)
Wake up on Monday March 25th and had another episode, I could feel it this time. And I actually said “oh no” we call 911 again. A different Fire Crew but the same EMT guys. The EMT guys notice that I was speaking a lot better. My blood pressure was up, but not crazy and it was my call to go.
Look, I usually lurrve being the center of attention, unless it is for medical reasons. I HAAAATTTE making others worry about me. And Husband called my beloved Dr and he said go now.
So once again I ride in the back of the bambalance. And instead of being put into an ER room asap, I get put into a big ole wheelchair and dumped into the waiting room. Husband figured it would be a bit before they let him see me, and was shocked to see me in the waiting room.
Finally get into a room, and thankfully the attending physician listened to us, and agreed that waiting till April 8th was way too long to wait for my MRI wanted to admit me as a Nero patient. (yes please) and finally got into my room around 8 PM.
I’ll have to finish this adventure tomorrow, because I am getting tired, and I still get headaches.
