Avoid The Foley!!
So, Where has Deathlok been?
Wow! Where do I start? The last week has been incredible.
Wednesday, June 9th, I to a Vacation Day from work. . .. (that I’ll show me). I got up early and went to the Chiropractor. While getting my neck adjusted, I became REALLY REALLY Dizzy. I sat up and the vertigo made the nausea come. I couldn’t shake it. After about an hour (or so it seemed), the Doctor called my wife. She came and picked me up. I went home and went to bed. My wife called my family doctor, who ordered me something for the nausea. The next day, I went to the family doctor and got something for the vertigo. I felt better, but still a little off.
By Saturday, I wasn’t any better. I got up, made breakfast and went to lie down again. My wife saw me and said, “That’s enough! It’s been four days and your back in bed. We’re going to the hospital. I, of course, said “Okay, as soon as this show is over!”
“No! Now!” was the reply.
So we sent over to the local hospital. It happens to be the one that my wife works at. Very nice. We should be home in time to see our friend’s band tonight.
After a quick CAT scan, the hospital, says, “We might want to keep him over night.”
WHAT!!! Okay, I didn’t see that coming.
Later, they are talking in the hall and they tell my wife that they are deciding whether I should stay or go to Jefferson Hospital in Philadelphia (on the countries leading Neuro hospitals). My wife quickly says, “JEFF!”
I’m thinking, “Let’s get in the car!”. . . . . . . . .No! Here comes the ambulance! Then some more scans and more doctor chat and the story changes. They decided that I needed to be helicoptered over the JEFF. WHAT!!! Collar. . . . Board. . . .and off we go!!
WHAT IS GOING ON!!!
It turns out that after a long night of tests and retests in the Neuro ICU, I had what they termed a Stroke. To be more exact, for me at least, I have a blood clot in the artery that goes from my neck to my brain. All the Neurologists and Neurosurgeons concur that the Chiro visit caused the clot/tear thing.
They all look puzzled because I am alive. At the very least, I should be in a coma. The only deficit that I had was that I was hungry and they wouldn’t feed me. Odd!!
More tests. . . . . .
Turns out that I have a second clot and they are going to have to open up my head a little. Between the damage and the surgery, the doctors predict that Wyatt might have a shot at beating me in the Fantasy League Hockey this year.
Another turn. . . . ..
As it turns out the second clot in the Basilar Artery is odd. . . .like 20-25 years old. They have never seen this injury on a LIVING patient. More exams. . . . . . It looks like the old injury caused my brain to form offshoots of blood circulation. Hmmmm! That is how I survived. Technically, I should have been dead 25 years ago.
Turn again. . . . They speculate that without the new pathways from the old injury, the new injury, would have been deadly of vegetative. So, the old injury saved me from the new injury. I tell everyone that I grew new brain.
They have been regulating my blood and thinning it out. I have to be careful and drink little for three to six months. OUCH!! I was drinking so much 25 years ago, I think that helped save me.
There are more miracles that have happened this week, but they are for later. Needless to say I am more than lucky to be alive. I’m like my own FINAL DESTINATION IV.
Believe in God? After this week, I think that I have PROVEN THE EXISTENCE OF GOD!!
More when I’m up for it. . . . .
Thanks For the Well Wishes. . . .