I’m Blogging again. I just had to tell my sordid tale. For some reason, writing about my wacky experiences it makes me feel better.
Sunday, May 1
So the weirdest thing happened to me after I ate my lunch. “Phone 911”, I told Bobo. “I’m having a stroke.” My left side of my face was paralyzed, my tongue felt huge, and then I started slurring my words. Frack started laughing. “Why are you talking like that mommy?”, he asked. Bobo asked me if I was serious and I said, “Yes.” So he called for an ambulance. I didn’t want to go to my local hospital so I told Bobo to drive me to my downtown hospital where all my medical/cancer records are kept. However, when I got to the hallway, my left arm and leg collapsed. Bobo called for an ambulance again. When the paramedic arrived, he asked me what was wrong. “I’m having a stroke,” I told him. “You’re too young to be having a stroke”, he replied. “Stick your tongue out”. It deviated to the left. Say “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks”. “Blah blah blah blah blah,” I responded like Donald Duck. “Yup, you are having a stroke.
So off I went on my very first ride in an ambulance with the sirens wailing! All the way to A Trauma Centre Hospital, the closest Heart Attack Central Station. They had a team waiting for me when I got there, but I think I disappointed them because I could start feeling my face again while I was still in the ambulance. The T.I.A (trans ischemic attack) was resolving itself. Apparently, you have 4 hours to get to a hospital to get some blood-thinning drugs when you have a stroke. I didn’t need that, but they did put me on Warfarin to prevent another clot from forming.
I was sent for a CT Scan, but they didn’t find any big clots. Because I didn’t need a more aggressive treatment, they decided to kick me out. They ordered me another ambulance to take me to my local hospital. I was not thrilled about that, let me tell you. But they said there was nothing they could do. It took almost 5 hours to get transportation. I spent the night in a cubby hole at my local hospital with my younger sister. No pillows. No food either because it was about 9:00 at night by then. But at least I could feel my face. The next day, I was sent for a Doppler and an Echo test. Nothing showed up, so they sent me home. They told me not to take Tamoxifen (for breast cancer) because it thickens the blood and can cause clots. I get to take aspirin instead. I went home at around 3:00 on Monday.
At 3:00 a.m. I had a bad headache in the back of my head and couldn’t walk very well.
At 6:00 a.m. I had a sharp pain behind my right eye.
At 9:00 a.m. I called my family doctor and the secretary said, don’t mess with that, get to emergency. So I went back to Heart Central Station. My eyesight got a little blurry, I had a hard time focusing on my finger and my tongue was deviating to the left again. Although it wasn’t nearly as bad as Sunday, some of my symptoms were returning. They sent me home and told me I probably had a migraine headache. I told him I have had migraine headaches for over 30 years and it never felt like that!