A Year Ago and Surgery 2

During the first few days home from the hospital after having surgery #1, I never really felt “well.”  Jeff’s sisters arrived and helped out with Courtney’s prom and around the house for a few days [ http://blog.scottsontherocks.com/blog/2013/04/15/some-snow-for-sheri-patti/ ]

If you look back at my posts, I obviously didn’t feel well [ http://blog.scottsontherocks.com/blog/2013/04/16/head-hurts-today/ ] and [ http://blog.scottsontherocks.com/blog/2013/04/17/not-chatty-today/ ]  I forced myself to try and post daily because I have so much family and so many friends that were all praying for me and “keeping in touch” via my blog.

The Wednesday after I was home I was sick most of the day and in hindsight, SHOULD have gone back into the hospital.  However, they had told me I would have pain and nausea so I took some of those meds.  By Thursday evening, I just felt like I had before.  My head hurt IN JUST THAT ONE SPOT.  Am I being paranoid?  Early Friday morning, I told Jeff I thought we should call or go in, so that was the plan, he took the kids to school.  Before he returned I was uncontrollably nauseous and the meds did nothing.  I KNEW IT WAS THE SAME THING.  Jeff just called and told them we were going straight to the stroke center hospital.

This time we had to go through the ER and that was a totally different experience for me!  Apparently, this was the closest hospital to a prison, and most patients were under lock and guard!  Since this trip was “planned” a bit better, Jeff brought work with him and was able to take calls/laptop, in the “guest office area,” while I had an MRI (takes about 45 min).  I was so sick while we waiting for the MRI, I was sick during the MRI (I cried the entire time), and I was sick while waiting for the results.  I KNEW IT WAS THE SAME THING.  Everyone kept saying that since I was on Coumadin and my levels “were theraputic” there was no way I had another clot.  BUT I KNEW.  The head neurosurgeon appeared and you could just see it on his face, he was totally baffled but the clot was back, they needed to go back in.  He started to explain… to try and give me reasons for why this could have possibly happened… and I did not care.  I looked at him and said “It comes down to this, do I trust you? I have to put myself in your hands, have faith, and trust you.  You need to stop trying to explain this to me because I do not understand and my head hurts too much to pay attention.  Actually, you are SCARING me because YOU seem scared.  I need you to know that I trust you and you just need to do this RIGHT NOW or you are going to have to knock me out before I get too hysterical and can’t stop vomiting.”

I’m pretty sure somewhere in there, I got hysterical because they agreed to knock me out.  While they were wheeling me to the prep area, I made a quick post:  http://blog.scottsontherocks.com/blog/2013/04/19/more-surgere/

This time, I saw all their faces before they prepped… and they were all very anxious.  I know I scared Jeff and I know he was probably as upset and trying to be brave.  I bailed on him and opted for unconsciousness and left him with all the chaos and confusion.

This time, I woke up in recovery and that is a story all in itself, YOU SHOULD READ IT:  http://blog.scottsontherocks.com/blog/2013/04/25/i-think-i-earned-a-brownie-point/

After I was settled into ICU again, I had another male nurse.  He asked me if I remembered him.  I assured him that he was NOT my male nurse from a couple of weeks ago.  He agreed.  He said, I’m going to tell you something though: “DUUUUDE!  I GAVE UP MODESTY 4 KIDS AGO.  YOU JUST DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO!”  [ http://blog.scottsontherocks.com/blog/2014/04/08/a-year-ago/ ]

He said “I was in the room when you said that, we still quote you!”

Here’s my latest MRI: http://blog.scottsontherocks.com/blog/2014/04/01/040114-results-of-mri-032113/

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