An Old Post From Myspace

Why You Haven't Heard From Me I'll start from the beginning. I had my regularly scheduled Dr.'s appt. on Tues. where I told my Dr. I have been having some strange pressure in my head. I asked him if I could have an aneurysm. He asked me if I had experienced any numbness in my hands or feet. At that time I had not, so he said I was fine and if I had any problems to call him. The pressure continued, but I felted at ease because of the conversation with my Dr. About 4:00 AM on Fri. morning, I woke up and my hand was asleep. I figured it was just the way I was sleeping and rolled over and went back to sleep. At 8, Alli woke up crying, I stumbled out of bed and into her room. The second I tried to pick her up I knew something was wrong. I could not fill the entire right side of my body. My face, arm, and leg were numb and tingling. I immediately thought I was going to die, but I was trying to be rational. I waited a little while to see if my body was going to wake up, but it didn't. I picked up the phone and tried to dial the Dr's office. I say I tried to dial because although I knew the number in my head I could not make my fingers dial the correct number. Finally, after several tries I was successful. I told the nurse what was going on and she kept telling me she could not understand me. It was later that I realized why she was having such a hard time. I told her all of my symptoms and she told me all she could tell me was to come in. I woke up the family and we all got ready. By this time I was vomitting. We made it to the Dr.'s office and they took me back, where I told them I was in "Palain" and was having a terrible "hardache" and I was a little "complused, um what's the word?" Oh my goodness, I could hear myself talking this gibberish and I couldn't make it be right? I knew the words were coming out wrong and I couldn't make it right? I was so scared, I started sobbing and the Doc put me through some test, squeazing his hand, and holding up objects to see if I could name them. After that, they went to get Zach from the waiting room and the nurses watched the kids while the Doc told us it could be serious and I needed a cat scan right away. We went straight to the hosptital, I called Mom to come get the kids, and I sat there in fear until they called me back for the test, with frequent trips to the bathroom to throw up. As soon as the cat scan was over, they had a Dr. read it. They found nothing, the scan was normal. Praise God! But what is happening to me? I started to walk out of the hospital and called my doc back, they told me to go back in they were admitting me right away, I was to sick to go home, but they weren't sure what was wrong. They put me in a room, hooked all sorts of tubes up to me and began running blood work. I went to sleep, I slept all day with the occasional visit from my new team of Docs. The longer I slept the better my speech became and the vommitting stopped, the pain in my head eased up some and everyone decided that I had sufferred an A-typical migrain. They wanted me to stick around for a while so they could watch me and more blood work was ordered just to be sure. The pain in my head had started to come back when one of the nurses asked me if she could get me anything. I told her I would take something for my head pain. When she finally brought it back she told me that it would make me sleep. It did not make me sleep, in fact it gave me a panic attack, right there in the hospital. After that episode was over, my origianal Dr. came in and I asked to just go home. It was the scariest day of my life. The next day Mom came over to help with the kids, where I did finally feel the effects of that last injection and slept all day. Sat. night we decided that we had not had enough excitement this weekend and headed to OKC to help my brother-in law and sis-in law move into there new house. And that is why you haven't heard from me.