about my recent experience with the medical profession.
I haven't said a lot because it's personal, and I tend to keep that quiet, then I remembered
Kevin talking about his liver transplant, and thought "so, may be this can help someone."
Short version is, I had a stroke.
Longer version, one night I was drying off after a shower and suddenly had to puke. As in 'Barely made it to the toilet and puked up everything for at least 24 hours, it felt like.' And when that was done, I had a headache. Which hung around all the next day(some gratuitous 'Man, this sucks' left out). And I was still throwing up, not always but some. Including 'drink some water, ten seconds later head for the trash can because it's closer.' That covered the next day.
Day after it was suggested I go to a emergency clinic if nothing else, with this still holding on. Which I did, and the doc there said "You need to go to an ER, you need scans that we can't do here." He did not say "I think it's this", just 'Go to a place that can do scans,' I decided that was a good idea and went.
The ER wasn't real busy so was seen pretty quickly, and the doc looked things over as he listened to the story, asked "Ever had a CAT scan?" Why yes, I have. "Well, you're going to have another." And when it was done he announced "You had a stroke(Hemorrhagic, to be specific) and you're going to a room." So they stuck me in, I think, critical care while I called the family.
And that led to more scans, both CAT and MRI, than I'd ever had before, and a total of a week in the hospital, though about halfway through they moved me to a regular room. That was right after an odd episode I don't remember but daughter says scared hell out of her. At some point in all this one of the doctors said "The stroke caused the headache and also caused the nausea that brought you here." Which gave me a wonderfully expanded list of 'This can mean you had a stroke". And almost all-new meds instead of the usuals I'd been taking for quite a while. When I left the hospital I spent a week with family just to be on the safe side(be it noted I think daughter and some might well have tied me to a bed if I'd insisted on going home), which gave me critters for company, too.
So here I am: recovering, which is taking a while, somewhat nervously wondering if anything out of the usual is just life or "Should I worry?" and making sure the will is made out properly and so forth.
And that's most of the story. So if you ever suddenly get sick and have a headache after, or vice versa, and it won't go away, go get checked. You might just be sick with something, or you might have a problem.