Well it's a crazy world I feel better than I have in years. Thanks for all the well wishes.
I think my brain did a defrag and I'm creative again!
This is amazing. I can write and paint and dance.
Talking about recreating reality.
On a pragmatic note.....I'm taking anti-seizure medicine and staying full of electrolytes and eating right.
Happy Sunday!
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Happy 2014.......whoa!!!
Hold on to your hats folks! Another wacked out adventure with KB.
It all started so quiet....so happy. Kenny and I were coming back from Santa Barbara (highly recommend visiting if not living there....it's Mecca). We did lots of bike riding and I drank an appropriate amount of wine drinking. Only the good stuff....yummm. All good.
Then on the 30th of December.....I'm feeling strong, fit and confident so I go on a killer bike ride....as killer as you can get in the Oakland hills. While I was riding I didn't drink much water and didn't eat much because my body was fine....I thought.
I got out of the shower and I was confused. Kenny was sick as a dog so he was in bed and I was alone with my thoughts....and with everything else. Whooo boy.
I was not able to work the TV/DVD apparatus. But, I hated to say that it was not unusual when I was feeling normal. Hmmm....Whatever... But now I was not able to heat up soup or read the words on a bottle.
We go to the emergency room not far from our house. Kenny told the emergency room receptionist that I was having a stroke. The poor girl was now in a conundrum. A poster on the wall right behind her stated that a person having a stroke needed to be treated ASAP....Meanwhile there was all these other emergencies pathetically sitting right next to me. So I upped the ante.
I started to stress. If I was having a stroke.....I REALLY NEEDED HELP NOW! My body started to react without my knowledge.
My right hand started to shake uncontrollably and then the clincher. While I sat in the wheel chair waiting to be taken to the ante treatment room, the right side of my jaw opened so far that I was wailing in pain, and drool was pouring from my mouth like a bad horror movie. I was watching myself like I was watching a movie and it was completely grossing me out. And I was in so much pain I blacked out.
The rest of the seizure I am telling 3rd person from Kenny's perspective. I was about 2 yards behind Kris who's sitting in a wheel chair and wonder where that wailing was coming from. It was coming out of from my wife!! Holy shit. The emergency room nurse now hopped to it and rushed Kris into the treatment room. Meanwhile Kris was clenching her teeth and straightening out as stiff as a board. All hands on deck and we lifted her onto the table. She was wailing and shouting out "It hurts, it hurts."
The ER doctor was trying to inject her with an anti-seizure medicine but she was trashing about like a wild animal kicking and screaming. I held down her legs while two nurses grabbed her arms and the intern grabbed her head to keep her down. The ER doctor gave her the injection in the stomach and she settled down in seconds. The banshee had left the building....thank god.
Meanwhile I was so sick and I had such a bad headache I was going to pass out at any moment. I asked for sugar and the nurse gave me a tuna sandwich instead. That worked.....whatever.
Now I was conscious again......They asked me if I wanted to stay in the hospital overnight or be released that night. REALLY?!!! I just had a grand mal seizure and I should be out of experienced medical care?! How about we have me drive a car home too?! Of course I stayed the night. This was also for Kenny's benefit too. The poor dear was sick.....major sleep drugs needed to be on his agenda that night.
The next morning I was feeling creative and artsy. Whoa? Like a crazy brain scramble. Ok.....A new reality.
Stay tuned. KB
It all started so quiet....so happy. Kenny and I were coming back from Santa Barbara (highly recommend visiting if not living there....it's Mecca). We did lots of bike riding and I drank an appropriate amount of wine drinking. Only the good stuff....yummm. All good.
Then on the 30th of December.....I'm feeling strong, fit and confident so I go on a killer bike ride....as killer as you can get in the Oakland hills. While I was riding I didn't drink much water and didn't eat much because my body was fine....I thought.
I got out of the shower and I was confused. Kenny was sick as a dog so he was in bed and I was alone with my thoughts....and with everything else. Whooo boy.
I was not able to work the TV/DVD apparatus. But, I hated to say that it was not unusual when I was feeling normal. Hmmm....Whatever... But now I was not able to heat up soup or read the words on a bottle.
We go to the emergency room not far from our house. Kenny told the emergency room receptionist that I was having a stroke. The poor girl was now in a conundrum. A poster on the wall right behind her stated that a person having a stroke needed to be treated ASAP....Meanwhile there was all these other emergencies pathetically sitting right next to me. So I upped the ante.
I started to stress. If I was having a stroke.....I REALLY NEEDED HELP NOW! My body started to react without my knowledge.
My right hand started to shake uncontrollably and then the clincher. While I sat in the wheel chair waiting to be taken to the ante treatment room, the right side of my jaw opened so far that I was wailing in pain, and drool was pouring from my mouth like a bad horror movie. I was watching myself like I was watching a movie and it was completely grossing me out. And I was in so much pain I blacked out.
The rest of the seizure I am telling 3rd person from Kenny's perspective. I was about 2 yards behind Kris who's sitting in a wheel chair and wonder where that wailing was coming from. It was coming out of from my wife!! Holy shit. The emergency room nurse now hopped to it and rushed Kris into the treatment room. Meanwhile Kris was clenching her teeth and straightening out as stiff as a board. All hands on deck and we lifted her onto the table. She was wailing and shouting out "It hurts, it hurts."
The ER doctor was trying to inject her with an anti-seizure medicine but she was trashing about like a wild animal kicking and screaming. I held down her legs while two nurses grabbed her arms and the intern grabbed her head to keep her down. The ER doctor gave her the injection in the stomach and she settled down in seconds. The banshee had left the building....thank god.
Meanwhile I was so sick and I had such a bad headache I was going to pass out at any moment. I asked for sugar and the nurse gave me a tuna sandwich instead. That worked.....whatever.
Now I was conscious again......They asked me if I wanted to stay in the hospital overnight or be released that night. REALLY?!!! I just had a grand mal seizure and I should be out of experienced medical care?! How about we have me drive a car home too?! Of course I stayed the night. This was also for Kenny's benefit too. The poor dear was sick.....major sleep drugs needed to be on his agenda that night.
The next morning I was feeling creative and artsy. Whoa? Like a crazy brain scramble. Ok.....A new reality.
Stay tuned. KB
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