Well, That Can't Be Good
You remember my little tale of Bridezilla? Well, her stepdad IM'd me today. Monday night she had a stroke. She's only 22 years old. She was on the computer, and all of a sudden, her left arm went dead. They took her to the emergency room right away. Apparently, they think it's some kind of rare blood disorder that is making blood clots. Then her blood thins just enough, and the blood clots are breaking loose into her bloodstream. Just freaky.
Awhile back, maybe a year or so ago, she was having headaches. They did an MRI and found a "spot" at the base of her brain. They thought it was blood, but they decided it must have been from when she had her car accident a year earlier. After running some tests, they decided it wasn't causing any damage and there was no need to try to remove it. Now it seems that it was really from this disease and they screwed up in their diagnosis.
Right now, her left arm is paralyzed - I don't know about her leg. She's in the ICU, and they don't know how long she will have to be there. Actually, they don't know if the paralyzation will go away either. Her mom flew out to be with her, but they've only let her in to see her once. She doesn't even know how long she'll have to be out there. I don't know if she's able to talk yet, but I'll bet she's not biting anyone. Lord, I apologize...
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My sister and family got back from Canada. They brought me a gift bag, and the items inside tell a great deal about the gifters themselves and who truly knows me best. My sister bought me a stuffed moose and a jar of real maple syrup. My nephew bought me a baseball cap and a shot glass, and my bro-in-law got me Canadian beaver droppings (maple coated roasted almonds). Cute, sweet, and domestic? Or sporty, thirsty, with a little gross-out humor included? I'll let you decide which best suits me.
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Just when my mother thought it was safe to go back in the yards...
Awhile back, maybe a year or so ago, she was having headaches. They did an MRI and found a "spot" at the base of her brain. They thought it was blood, but they decided it must have been from when she had her car accident a year earlier. After running some tests, they decided it wasn't causing any damage and there was no need to try to remove it. Now it seems that it was really from this disease and they screwed up in their diagnosis.
Right now, her left arm is paralyzed - I don't know about her leg. She's in the ICU, and they don't know how long she will have to be there. Actually, they don't know if the paralyzation will go away either. Her mom flew out to be with her, but they've only let her in to see her once. She doesn't even know how long she'll have to be out there. I don't know if she's able to talk yet, but I'll bet she's not biting anyone. Lord, I apologize...
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My sister and family got back from Canada. They brought me a gift bag, and the items inside tell a great deal about the gifters themselves and who truly knows me best. My sister bought me a stuffed moose and a jar of real maple syrup. My nephew bought me a baseball cap and a shot glass, and my bro-in-law got me Canadian beaver droppings (maple coated roasted almonds). Cute, sweet, and domestic? Or sporty, thirsty, with a little gross-out humor included? I'll let you decide which best suits me.
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Just when my mother thought it was safe to go back in the yards...
posted by trinamick at 11:30 AM
13 Comments:
I know someone who had exactly the same thing happen to him (he was coaching a soccer team at the time). He's completely back to normal now and taking medication that should prevent it from ever happening again.
Does that company make disguise kits for humans? I'd like to turn the panhandler on the street corner into a lounge singer. Or a bullfighter.
Thanks for the promising outlook. Hopefully, they'll be able to put her on Warfarin or coumadin to thin her blood enough. Of course, then she'd better not bite her tongue, or she'll be chewing on underwear too.
I'd like to find a disguise for the neighbor dog to make it look roadkill. Then I wouldn't feel the need to slow down when it's in the middle of the road.
Even though she bit you, I still feel bad about her current condition... because no one deserves a condition that could cause you to one day have to suck on their underwear.
Yeah, that's not really something you should have to look forward to. The bruise on my arm disappeared, but the image of my grandfather with his underwear in his mouth will stay forever.
Best of luck, I hope she pulls through ok. I just posted about my son getting bit by my dad's dog. I thought about making some road stew myself.
Trin, would you mind linking your dog attack posts? I'm very curious.
Sure. Here's the original:
http://trinamick.blogspot.com/2005/04/does-mom-taste-like-chicken.html
I've mentioned it off and on in several posts since then, especially in the last week. She's in a neck brace right now because of it, waiting for the neurosurgeon.
I hope Mr. Schprock is right. She's so young, but sounded so high stress. I do believe being full of stress and getting ill/disease go hand-in-hand. Hopefully she'll recover fully and learn to relax a bit!
Wow, that's just scary.
erm... Who else don't you like? :sweaty:
*Ow* my head! Damn you KTM!!!
I hope she gets better. Maybe you should let her chew on your arm for a while, as part of a rehabilitation processs.
It really is starting to seem like merely knowing you leads to injury and/or death. Hopefully it doesn't apply to people you only know from the internet.
Beaver droppings. Gross-out humor that you can eat. I'd say your bro-in-law knows you best. Which unfortunately just might be his undoing.
Well, he did say his head was hurting last night. And the lady I bring to work every day hurt her back last night.
It's working, it's really working! *rubs hands together with glee*
Read your pit bull story last night. Your mom is one tough cookie. I can't believe she fought off a pitt bull. They are bred to kill. In the hands of a malicious owner, look out! She has my respect.
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