Following a day of feeling not quite myself, I am looking forward to a better "hump" day. I wake as normal and sit on the side of the bed to get my day going, As I normally start my day I head to the bathroom, not really concentrating on anything, to turn on the shower. I noticed that getting it on was harder then normal, but I finally got it going. I then preceded to brush my teeth and to clean my face finally realizing that I have no grip in my right hand. I thought to myself that I truly must be still sleepy, so I try again to wring out the towel, to no avail. Nervously, I wake up Mylon and tell him that I think we might need to go to ER.
He immediately jumps up and ask me what's going on? I shakily tell him that I have lost use in my right arm and hand and I can barely lift my foot. We both right away think stroke. We both preceded to dress, me with his help. I don't even have enough strength in my hands to pull up my tights (and everyone knows I love my tights :) ).
We drive to the hospital in near silence, I don't know if we were both praying, worrying, or wondering what is going on. When I get to the hospital I have trouble getting out of the car, so one of the attendants bring a wheelchair and wheel me to the ER desk. As they registered me and I told them about my symptoms they immediately whisk me back to the trauma station and before I realized what was going on they had in the back... Everyone, including the Doctors are thinking stroke.
I was sent for Cat-scan immediately, which came back normal. By now word is spreading to my family that I am ER - my god-sister Kat comes to sit with us and gives Mylon a break to make some calls for me and for him. My other god-sister Lorna, makes her Pastor come and check on me. Everyone is still assuming stroke. I am admitted and placed in a room. Once I am admitted they send me down for an MRI. We spent the rest of day waiting and wondering. The MRI came back normal.
As the day progressed I start feeling weaker and weaker on my right side with tingling and numbness in my feet. As day turn into evening and evening into night no answers seem to be in sight. I must admit I was scared, I don't doubt God and His power in any form but I will admit to being scared and very unsure of the future. My husband is my rock. Even though we had to share a semi-private room with another family and all he had was a straight back chair he stayed with me that night holding my hand, wiping my tears, lending me his strength, and of course praying. Together we watched night turn into day....
He immediately jumps up and ask me what's going on? I shakily tell him that I have lost use in my right arm and hand and I can barely lift my foot. We both right away think stroke. We both preceded to dress, me with his help. I don't even have enough strength in my hands to pull up my tights (and everyone knows I love my tights :) ).
We drive to the hospital in near silence, I don't know if we were both praying, worrying, or wondering what is going on. When I get to the hospital I have trouble getting out of the car, so one of the attendants bring a wheelchair and wheel me to the ER desk. As they registered me and I told them about my symptoms they immediately whisk me back to the trauma station and before I realized what was going on they had in the back... Everyone, including the Doctors are thinking stroke.
I was sent for Cat-scan immediately, which came back normal. By now word is spreading to my family that I am ER - my god-sister Kat comes to sit with us and gives Mylon a break to make some calls for me and for him. My other god-sister Lorna, makes her Pastor come and check on me. Everyone is still assuming stroke. I am admitted and placed in a room. Once I am admitted they send me down for an MRI. We spent the rest of day waiting and wondering. The MRI came back normal.
As the day progressed I start feeling weaker and weaker on my right side with tingling and numbness in my feet. As day turn into evening and evening into night no answers seem to be in sight. I must admit I was scared, I don't doubt God and His power in any form but I will admit to being scared and very unsure of the future. My husband is my rock. Even though we had to share a semi-private room with another family and all he had was a straight back chair he stayed with me that night holding my hand, wiping my tears, lending me his strength, and of course praying. Together we watched night turn into day....
