I ended up in the hospital again Friday. I was at “Heart Central Station” for my Stroke Prevention Clinic assessment from 9:00 – 12:00. They sent me downstairs for blood work. They must have taken about 20 vials of blood. I didn’t feel so hot, so they kept me a little while in the lab. When I felt I could get up the lady helped me to the door. I figured I had better go get something to eat. I started walking in the lobby and felt weak. So I grabbed the sandwich bar cart to steady myself. The woman behind the counter came up to me and asked me if I needed some help. I told her I was very dizzy and I was using her counter to stand up, so she assisted me to a nearby seat. I asked her if I could buy a sandwich and she brought one to me. It was disgusting.
Then I thought I should go to the food court upstairs to find some better food. I stood up, whirled around, and the next thing I know I was walking backwards uncontrollably. My brain kept screaming, “Stop, Stop,” but I couldn’t stop running backwards until I smashed into a coffee cart. I tried to regain my balance by hanging onto the cart, but the damn thing was on wheels and we both went flying. I fell to the ground. Everything went fuzzy white in the lobby for a while.
The next thing I know all these people were around me asking me if I was all right. I decided I had better tell them my medical history real quick, just in case I blacked out. Told some woman I had a stroke Sunday (TIA). I think she was forwarding the information to someone else because the next thing I know I heard CODE BLUE in the lobby. “Sh**”, I thought. I don’t think I’m having another stroke, I’m not paralyzed. Then my right arm started flapping. Now I had a crowd of people around me and someone was yelling “Stand back everyone, stand back”. So the woman who told someone I was having stroke said to me, “What’s wrong with your arm. Can’t you control it?” “NO”, I told her. SHE’S HAVING A SEIZURE!, she yells to someone. CODE RED, CODE RED in the lobby, I heard the P.A. system blare. “Great”, I thought. Then someone else put a blanket beneath my head and that lady grabbed my flapping arm and tried to restrain it. I wasn’t too happy about that because I needed to flap and she was hurting me. Then a doctor came. Basically I was in the right place to come crashing to the ground because I had a whole bunch of doctors, nurses and volunteers ready to assist me. That must have been quite a scene – watching me run backwards crashing into a coffee cart. I had lots of spectators, especially with the CODE BLUE “in the lobby” announcement. Who’s dying?
So about 7 people lifted me into a stretcher and carted me off to emergency for the 3rd time this week. I saw a crash cart was brought to the lobby. Glad they didn’t have to paddle me!
They took me to triage. The guy recognized me from one of my previous visits. I handed over my new Hospital card and phoned one of my friends, who lives about 2 minutes away. Then a security guard asked me who I was. I had to explain what happened to about 3 times to different people, but the best one was when I was talking to a blond doctor. She said, “So what happened to you”. “Well”, I explained, I gave blood (about 20 vials), went to the lobby, and next thing I know I was walking backwards and smashed into a coffee cart. “Are you pregnant?’, she asked. “No”, I answered. She seemed somewhat confused, so I said, Okay, this is the short version. Cancer, mastectomy, chemo, heart failure, stroke. “Are you having a baby?”, she asked me again. “Are you kidding?” I answered. I’ve already got two and I really don’t need any more.” “Are you in labour?”, she asked. “No”, I answered, “Why?” She said that she was an OB. and someone had paged her to come to emergency to deliver a baby. I laughed and said, “No baby here, but thanks for the good laugh”. Code Blue, Code Red and now an OB doctor. I sure had them hopping today!
My friend came real quick. Quicker than my husband on Sunday. Thank God she lives so close. She calmed me down.
So I was in emerg. from about 1:00 to 11:00 at night. I could not stand up by myself. At one point my right eye started to droop and I felt weird. My head started to twitch sideways and my arm flapped again. “That”, said the resident,”Warrants you another CT Scan”. “Great, more radiation,” I thought. They found nothing. All my blood work came back normal (they were checking to see if I was anemic or had low blood sugar). So in the end, they said they didn’t know what was happening to me, but I was to call the Stroke Prevention guy I was talking to earlier that morning to get an MRI done ASAP. They put me on Warfarin (a blood thinner) which I will have to probably take for about 6 months. It has a whole bunch of interesting side effects (like internal bleeding) which I’m not too happy about and a long list of foods I am not allowed to eat. Like the food that I’m suppose to be eating to keep my cancer away like broccoli, cauliflower, kale, etc. It’s okay though, ’cause I didn’t like them very much to begin with.
This week (Thursday), I’m having my a T.E.E. Basically, they are going to shove a camera down my throat to take pictures of my heart. Apparently, that’s the last test they are going to do in a quest to find out why I had a T.I.A. None of the others tests showed anything significant.
So now I am not allowed to drive or do housework. The housework, I won’t miss, but the driving really puts a damper on things. I’m afraid to go out, lest something else happens to me. So basically I’m housebound. I think I am going to start blogging again or I’m going to go nuts. I like checking my emails because for some reason it makes me feel better when people write to me about my pathetic life.