I died for two weeks, is the way I like to put it. After I stroked out during an ARD meeting at school, I was rushed to the hospital. I can't remember anything after or about Seton Hospital or of the medical staff that stabilized me, nor any of the visitors that came by. I was told about the event, afterwards.
I am still pretty much surprised whenever I find that somebody was there. I felt like Lazarus.
I am still pretty much surprised whenever I find that somebody was there. I felt like Lazarus.
The first memory I have after the stroke is playing Old Maid with my Chris, and not being able to follow the simple rules. I lost every game. I was so confused that I didn't know up from down, right from left, much less the card I needed to complete a set.
I spent three months at St. Davids Hospital then three more in outpatient rehab.
Those were uncertain times. Chris was uncertain if I was ready to come back home. I'm sure she'd heard the reports from the inside. She did not know what she was getting into.
I myself wasn't certain I could maintain the front. I felt I had to keep up a facade to prove to everybody that I would be alright. Little did I know everybody could see right through it. I was at the height of my delusion.
Chris had problems of her own. She herniated a disk the previous summer playing disc golf in Colorado. She claims walking the corridors of Seton and St. David's Hospitals fixed the problem.
I spent three months at St. Davids Hospital then three more in outpatient rehab.
Those were uncertain times. Chris was uncertain if I was ready to come back home. I'm sure she'd heard the reports from the inside. She did not know what she was getting into.
I myself wasn't certain I could maintain the front. I felt I had to keep up a facade to prove to everybody that I would be alright. Little did I know everybody could see right through it. I was at the height of my delusion.
Chris had problems of her own. She herniated a disk the previous summer playing disc golf in Colorado. She claims walking the corridors of Seton and St. David's Hospitals fixed the problem.
I hallucinated on the drugs I was taking. One time I found myself desperate for a drink in a Hawaiian themed club in a building I imagined was outside the hospital. Nobody would buy me a drink, not even my brother, who only laughed at the suggestion. Another time, I was trapped inside a theater with a nurse and an attendant watching TCM films. The situations seemed real enough, though in my mind they were twisted around and had that dream element about them.
I eventually came home after three months of three square meals a day and some of the most hellish and embarrassing nights I could imagine. I was moving back into our one bedroom apt. on South Lamar by Brodie Oaks Shopping Center. Our wedding vows would be tested.
Dave's Garage and Body Shop. Read the poem.
Here's wishing everybody a happy holiday season!
I eventually came home after three months of three square meals a day and some of the most hellish and embarrassing nights I could imagine. I was moving back into our one bedroom apt. on South Lamar by Brodie Oaks Shopping Center. Our wedding vows would be tested.
Dave's Garage and Body Shop. Read the poem.
Here's wishing everybody a happy holiday season!
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