Hello all,
Thank you to the support team for the welcome!
I am back in the states a bit over a week now after experiencing the worst nightmare imaginable in Ireland…..
my family and I travelled to Ireland to visit friends and family in April for what should have been a weeks visit. I had had a migraine ( have always had migraines) a few days before we left and it was Not going away as I had hoped but we all pushed on with the plan and I landed at my MIL’s house with the lingering pain of migraine and couldn’t wait to get to our B and B in order to find a dark room to rest in. Once we traveled the hour south to where we were staying the familiar wave of neasua came over me and I thought ok- once this passes the migraine will go away. I was very wrong with this thought. The sickness kept myself and my husband awake that night and the next day we were jet lagged and exhausted but it was our twin boys 18th birthday so we buckled up and took them out for lunch and ‘drinks’ since the drinking age in Ireland is 18. We got photographs and the boys had a great time out. That night i was sick again ( blaming the Guinness) with a pounding headache I believed was a migraine again.
No sleep for anyone that night.
The next day I went to visit a friend whom I had worked with for year’s training horses and she had a wonderful young horse for me to ride. I was really looking forward to this as the b and b was feeling very much like a sick house to me and I needed the air.
I tried on a few of her helmets she had for students and the one I picked was a bit tight but not too bad I thought. It was a warm day and as I started riding I was hit with a wave of breathlessness and such a throbbing headache I had to stop and remove my helmet. Wow, this was unusual, I put it down to the heat and maybe a hangover? I was definitely dehydrated from being sick but it did eventually pass and I enjoyed the rest of the ride. As soon as we were finished I asked to be brought back to the b and b, canceling any plans that we previously had made. Once back with my husband I began to sweat profusely and vomit uncontrollably again and the headache was off the charts. This lasted until at last my husband was like- we have to get you to a hospital, this is not your normal migraine. We went to several ER’s and we were sent out of each one, they said either we can’t help you with this or it will pass if it’s a migraine. I remember getting morphine and fluids at one ER and was only more confused after that as why I was still in such pain.
The 4th hospital we went to in Dublin was able to take me right in to an MRI scan and put me in a bed in a ward. There one of the Dr’s explained to me that I had had a ‘brain bleed’ and subsequently had a stroke. He kept asking if I understood what he was telling me and in all honesty I could only say no. We were to be leaving for home in the next day or so and he said- no, you are not going anywhere for a long time. The bleed was 2.5 inches and there was a midline shift 1/2 in to the left. There was too much blood and swelling to actually see what was happening in my brain so I was going to be admitted and monitored for what he described as ‘possibly months’. Wait a minute- what??
I was admitted to the stroke ward where I spent the next 4 weeks. There were 6 beds in my room and each of us had some sort of brain malfunction. Dementia, head injury, stroke, you name it. No one was happy about being there. Especially after 6pm.
The only meds I was given were steroids and melatonin. I was taken off my statins and ssri’s that I had been on, only exacerbating my anxiety and depression and brain zaps. They were adement that I not be on any medication besides what they prescribed. My husband sat with me daily and after the first week we had to send our boys back to the states alone. They still had another month of school to finish and my sister was going to look after them. We were really getting no answers from our drs while in hospital, they had their hands tied as I was not part of this social insurance system. They wanted more scans etc but they were not able to get them for me.
On the 28th day in hospital we started to really push for being discharged. My MIL said I could go stay at her house and the hospital agreed. They were able to provide an OT to visit since the house was in the area where the hospital was. One thing the drs would not do was allow me to fly back home to the states. They would not sign off on this. We were another month in my MIL’s and gathered enough support to take a transatlantic ship home, leaving from Southampton UK to NY. That journey is a whole other story!
Once back in Boston we figured we would have much more access to Drs and scans and answers. The second Dr ii spoke with at my PCP’s practice was the first one to say- brain bleed; do they mean aneurysm? Is that a word they avoid in Ireland or something? Because for a healthy 56 yr old to just have a stroke with no lingering damage from it is not typical. So then I searched up aneurysm and ended up here.
So I am not sure if I belong here or not? This coming month I have dr appointments but no new imaging until the last Friday of the month. Meanwhile in Ireland I was told not to drive and to continue therapy etc and here I am feeling like I am doing nothing and having still no answers. The depression and anxiety I am experiencing is beyond belief. I have lost my job and business during all this and feel less informed and more alone than ever. Thank you for reading this far, it has felt good to share this experience with a community that may understand better than any other about how one’s life can turn inside out in a heartbeat.
I am grateful for your kind attention. xx