Not part of the plan
Thursday, February 28, 2019
Your life can change in an instant. Mine did on 2/25/19. I was just sitting at my computer killing time when the phone call came. My husband's voice matter of factly saying "Uh...can you come and get me? I think I'm having a stroke." "WHAT! NO! I'm not coming to get you! Call 911!" Then he responds in a huffy manner "So you're not coming to get me???" "No I am not!!! Call 911!!!" Then a frantic time when he's not answering his phone and I don't know where he is or how he is. I finally got hold of his supervisor. She told me that the ambulance was there and he was being wheeled out on a stretcher. I'm an hour away. Our daughter Amie jumps in the car and heads this way and nearly beats me to the hospital even though she is twice as far away. He's alert. He's talking. He's going to be OK.....but maybe not. The whole right side of his body isn't working. Hours of waiting around. Nurses constantly in the room asking the same questions over and over to check his mental status "What is your name?" "Can you remember the date?" "When is the day you were born?" He's having fun with them. There's nothing wrong with his memory. But this blame arm just isn't working. It has a mind of it's own. He picks it up and it goes whoop to the right and whoop to the left and whoop over his head. I'm afraid I laugh because it looks so silly but it really isn't funny. So many tests. MRI, CT Scan, Ultrasound of Carotid, Ultrasound of heart. So many doctors and specialists and social workers. Things start sinking in. Then the question "is this your first stroke?"
PS - The doctors told him I saved his life by refusing to come and get him.