Two Months Ago

Two months ago, my brain aneurysm ruptured and all hell began. This morning, I awoke to bright sunshine, my kitties in bed with me and my Maine man ready to cart me all over again. LOL

I had two appointments in Waterville and Winslow, then a planned trip back to the dreaded Rite-Aid. The drive in wasn’t bad and my appointments didn’t poop me out too bad.

We stopped for lunch, then hit Rite-Aid. I was very apprehensive, but it wasn’t bad. Well, not NEARLY as bad as it was the first time I went in. Things were still a little dizzying, but not too bad. I was pleased. Had a slight head-ache when I left, but it didn’t leave me feeling horrible the rest of the afternoon like it did last time. Progress or a fluke? Time will tell.

On this day I was reminded of the days that have gone by and how much Dave has done for me and how he has been by my side every step of the way. I feel so inadequate in my thanks to him. I just don’t seem to think of anything or any words that can adequately express how much I love and appreciate everything he’s done. I’d do the same for him, so I guess we’re in this together.

Thankful

For the obvious reasons, I’m extremely thankful at this year’s Thanksgiving.

I’m thankful for:

Surviving my ruptured brain aneurysm.

That God guides the hands of my neuroradiologist during
surgery.


My employer and co-workers for showing their support.


My family’s love and constant support.


Dave, for being by my side every day  of my 20-day hospital stay, as well as putting up with me at home 24/7!


How about you?

Get Better Bears

My family has a little bit of a tradition that whenever someone in our family is ill, we give them a “Get Better Bear”.  My sister Dori kept this tradition alive by getting me a “GB Bear” for my stay in the hospital. A real comfort from home.

Then along the journey I received three other bears! Some people knew of the tradition, others didn’t, but it somehow fit. They all share a spot on my bedside table now keeping me company and watching over me. They, as well as all the prayers and cards I received, have helped in my recovery.

Besides, who can resist a fuzzy, cute little bear! It just makes you feel better!

Not to be confused with the “Care Bears” I made reference to in my first entry!

Set Free!

I was awakened at 6:00 this morning to hear my nurse say these were my last two pills of Nomidipin. I said “Don’t toy with me” and she said she thought I was going home today. Well….THAT woke me up!

Shortly there after, Dr. D’angelo came into tell me the final word. I could go home today. YIPPEEE!!!!

I emailed and IM’d Dave immediately, as well as all my friends and family and it was all I could do to not put my clothes on, pack up and sit there, but I knew Dave needed to get some things down at home first, then he still had to drive down to Portland. He said he’d be there around 10:00. What to do…what to do!

I ate breakfast, changed my clothes slowly, picked up some things….slowly! LOL I didn’t want to get everything together and sit and wait. I did walk the 6th floor my last two times…mostly looking for Lisa, the physical therapist who had helped me out so much. I really felt, as did Dave, that I had a kindred soul there in Lisa.

She actually ended up finding me back in my room once she had heard I was being discharged and we had a nice moment of appreciation towards one another. I truly appreciated her kindness, understanding and friendship during my stay there.

My new room mate also told me she’d miss me! So sweet. We had only spend one night together and we had both slept well, so if I had had to stay another night in the hospital, her company would have been very welcome. I hope she got a new room mate who was kind and quiet.

Dave arrived, we got my walking papers and packed up. As I was wheeled down to the elevator, we saw several of the nurses who had helped me and s a couple of the Dr’s. I think them all and they all seemed quite please I was doing so well and could finally go home and wished me well.

Dave pulled the car around, I climbed in and that was it! Going home.

When the aneurysm happened, we were getting close to making some final decisions on the bathroom remodeling, but this obviously put everything on hold. Dave had stopped at a place in Saco, south of Portland, where he found the shower and a similar tub, so since we were right there, I decided I should take advantage of it and stop by.

Getting into the car and driving proved to be difficult. After looking at the same walls and hallway for three weeks, the stimili provided by passing cars, houses, etc. was a bit difficult. But tolerable.

We stopped at the bath place. As I was getting ready to carefully climb into the empty tub for a “dry fit”, we explained to the sales girl where we had just come from and what happened. She then told us of a story of her 47 year old aunt who had an aneurysm and died instantly…she had six kids. I could not get that out of my head and had an emotional time with it. Again, it made me realize just how lucky I was…just how lucky I was to be here at all and made me question why I was given the gift of life and she wasn’t? I will no doubt struggle with that for a time. Survivor’s guilt?

I wanted one thing before we got home…a Big Mac!!! So we stopped at McDonalds for the big meal…fries, soda and the Big Mac! It tasted VERY good!!

We arrived home an hour later. I was expecting to be more emotional when we pulled into the driveway. It was more a relief to be here than anything else.

Entering the house a wave of relief washed over me, then the kitties came to greet me at the door. Lexie ran right up, but Smokey was very hesitant. He’s so funny. Took him awhile to get use to ME being there! And Dave hasn’t been home during the day for three weeks either, so the two of us being there, really threw them I think. I got emotional then. I was with my family and I was home and I was alive.

Dave needed to get groceries, so he left a short time later to get us some food. I called my mother and sat down with a nice, hot pot of good tea! I had been craving that for weeks. It tasted fantastic.

While Dave was out, I walked around the house a bit and it was very odd. When I had left the house that morning for the emergency room, the leaves were turning and it was warm outside. Upon entering the house this day, it was like I was gone three months, or that time had stood still….there were now NOW leaves on the trees, it was VERY chilly outside, my calendar in my computer room was still on September and things I had planned to do the next day (Oct. 5th) were still sitting there waiting to be done.