After my open-heart surgery I thought I had everything sorted out, taking on the world and jumping over large bushes. Brain-melt (stroke) was not on my mind, not even in my hemisphere, but all of a sudden I was right there dealing with one.On October 5th I was getting dressed for work and there was this abrupt change and I felt terrible! I was dizzy, tired, achy, and headachy. I thought that I’d try to finish getting ready, but everything in my brain was swimming and I just had to go and get back in bed. I was going to call my office, but I could not get the security password on my phone to work right. Really, my hand was not working right at all. It was like a baseball mitt, a weird spastic mitt. So there were a number of calls going back and forth between my boss (my boss hated being called boss, so boss, boss, boss, but luckily she’s a friend too) and I until we actually talked to each other! What a mess! My boss/friend was giving me a hard time about being so late to get to work and I was going to say that I’m so sorry but I felt terrible, but talking was a bit of a stretch…more like incoherence mumbling coming from me. The only thing that I said that actually made sense was sorry and my boss/friend knew that something was going wrong and immediately called for an ambulance. Woohoo!
And then came the hard work: getting up from my bed and making it to the front door! I decided to go into my closet to get dressed, but everything looks like work clothes (which I didn’t want to wear, I have no idea of what the rational was) and then I fell into the closet. Yep, fell into the closet, and not like tripping over something, but more like I cannot stand up straight, no balance, hit the wall and went down like a box of rocks! (Luckily I couldn’t feel any pain so..bruises came later!) I got back up and figured I’ll stay with my pajamas, because how much more embarrassing can this be?!? I headed to the front door and I got around the corner and then I decided to eat dirt again…more bruises. I got upright again and, happily, my dizziness passed and I could stand up normally. During this whole episode my boss/friend talked to me, trying to keep me calm, while waiting for the ambulance to come. I tried to make the correct grunting noises while stumbling around like a loony.
Then the ambulance got here and, oh yeah, EMS and firefighters all hanging around my little apartment…Yep and the embarrassment just got worse! There were cute guys asking me questions I couldn’t answer because I couldn’t say anything and I was trying to smile so I didn’t look totally bonkers…but pretty sure I still looked bonkers. Yea!
The ambulance and I headed to the hospital for more fun and enjoyment. Luckily I had a great support system there (my father, my boss/friend, and my boss’s boss) which meant that even though this whole thing was extremely odd, I had people looking out for me. I had a ton of tests and toward the end my mom came running in. Sorry mom, I didn’t mean to spoil your quilt retreat. Anyway, I got put up into a hospital room and more tests to come!
Just in case you missed it, here are my open-heart surgery posts:
My Broken Heart
My Journey - In the Beginning...
My Journey - Diagnosis Murmur
My Journey - Test Results
My Journey - My D Day
My Journey - My Friends and Family
My Journey - Post Surgery Survival Tips
My Journey - Healthcare Angels!
My Journey - Now What Sort of Rehab is This?
My Journey - Heart Helpers
My Journey - The Final Entry...Well Not Really