Remember it well. After spending all of the 27th day and night in the ER, and having a MRI or was it a CT scan?--it doesn't matter I had them both--first thing the morning of the 28th, I was taken to a 9th floor room in the hospital. "Neurology: was on a sign to welcome me. My speech was hit, miss and slurred. Once in my room, a nurse figured I'd had a stroke. She told me this as she put down my breakfast tray, gown and readied me for an IV.
Petrified.
At that point, nobody knew where I was. Looking back, I had an emergency contact. My best friend. She was not notified.
The stroke, was not really a stroke, yet a symptom of endocardities. A piece of that infection broke off and traveled to my brain. My brain burped as the Neuro Doc said, hence my speech became hit,miss and slurred.
The endocarditis damaged my mitral valve-until this adventure I had no idea we even had such a thing-so it needed to be replaced. My scar reminds me everyday.
I left the hospital on March 24, 2006
Fast forward to 2009. I'm headed to Winstar Casino in Oklahoma. To try my luck on the penny slots---yea, I live dangerously--
Some folks think I already have.
I am blessed.
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Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
What Are You Reading?
Folks know I like to read. Granted, I don’t seem to finish books in a speedy enough fashion, like, let’s say: Harry Potter V or what is IV? I didn’t finish one of them prior to the movie release, just like I am, right now with VI. I digress. Anyway, I DO like to read, and there is one story that a chapter has come to a close, VI years in the making.
Movie Man accepted the new job offer and begins on March 2nd. Granted I am so thrilled for him! And I’m honest to say, sad for me. I re-read the pages of this chapter from Movie Man and me. Some good pages, some not so good—especially the blanks ones. Those translate into the days and weeks we didn’t utter a single word to each other for whatever reason. When we fought---well, we fought. That only child, stubborn, I AM right kinda thing going on. Learned a lot during those pages—good and not so good.
Sure, we’ll still be chums. How can we not? Racquetball, Burger Island, the Boofay, movies, and even the Cheesecake Factory (and Movie Man just said “Really?” when he read that!) will still be there. I mean, who else will bust their arm carrying my basket around Half Price Books and know to find me in the Clearance Section? However, the comfort in the knowledge that other was just across a giant room, if needed, disappears.
Movie Man and I sat back to back, for pretty much close to III years. We bonded over movies and books. I was amazed (and still am) a friendship blossomed with somebody who was born III months after I graduated from high school. It wasn't easy, and even now can be a work in progress. But then good relationships are.
When my illness came on, in February 2006, Movie Man swears I left him. Maybe so. Yet I didn’t apply for somebody to do their job and crack my chest open. :) I digress. Anyway, while I was in the hospital, Movie Man came in one day and announced a job, in another department, but still on our floor, had opened up. Should he apply? By the time I came back, from my leave of absence, in May 2006, Movie Man finally landed that job. So the adjustment of not being back to back had to be smoothed out. We still had comfort in the knowledge the other was close at hand. That feeling will remain for a more days.
Waterproof mascara will be worn on the day this chapter's final words are scripted.
Comfort in the knowledge the book continues.
I am blessed.
Movie Man accepted the new job offer and begins on March 2nd. Granted I am so thrilled for him! And I’m honest to say, sad for me. I re-read the pages of this chapter from Movie Man and me. Some good pages, some not so good—especially the blanks ones. Those translate into the days and weeks we didn’t utter a single word to each other for whatever reason. When we fought---well, we fought. That only child, stubborn, I AM right kinda thing going on. Learned a lot during those pages—good and not so good.
Sure, we’ll still be chums. How can we not? Racquetball, Burger Island, the Boofay, movies, and even the Cheesecake Factory (and Movie Man just said “Really?” when he read that!) will still be there. I mean, who else will bust their arm carrying my basket around Half Price Books and know to find me in the Clearance Section? However, the comfort in the knowledge that other was just across a giant room, if needed, disappears.
Movie Man and I sat back to back, for pretty much close to III years. We bonded over movies and books. I was amazed (and still am) a friendship blossomed with somebody who was born III months after I graduated from high school. It wasn't easy, and even now can be a work in progress. But then good relationships are.
When my illness came on, in February 2006, Movie Man swears I left him. Maybe so. Yet I didn’t apply for somebody to do their job and crack my chest open. :) I digress. Anyway, while I was in the hospital, Movie Man came in one day and announced a job, in another department, but still on our floor, had opened up. Should he apply? By the time I came back, from my leave of absence, in May 2006, Movie Man finally landed that job. So the adjustment of not being back to back had to be smoothed out. We still had comfort in the knowledge the other was close at hand. That feeling will remain for a more days.
Waterproof mascara will be worn on the day this chapter's final words are scripted.
Comfort in the knowledge the book continues.
I am blessed.
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