November 10th 2012
That day was supposed to be somewhat of a late birthday present for me. My daughter, son-in-law and granddaughters were coming home to visit. I hadn’t seen them in a while and I was looking forward to making a really big pot of gumbo followed by wine and desserts all while kissing up “Yanni and Lina” cheeks.
I was excited, and I was in the process of getting ready to go to the store to get the ingredients for the gumbo. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was happy with what I saw. Autumn is my favorite time of year, and that day I decided to dress in the royal oranges, reds and violets of the season. I was especially proud because I slimmed down enough to wear a mini skirt and knee socks for the first time in my life.
I had on my favorite Backyard Band song and was dancing in my hall mirror when all of a sudden, I felt this crushing pain in the back of my head. The only way I could describe it was it felt like how I assumed it would feel if someone hit me in the back of my head with a two-by-four or baseball bat. I knew something was wrong when I could no longer hear the music I was dancing to and the back of my head felt like Satan was gnawing on it like a jawbreaker.
I remember between my son and I phone calls were made, and then I was being driven to the emergency room. I remember being in so much pain that I couldn’t walk, so I was put in a wheelchair; but I still had the where with all to feel embarrassed about going to the ER for a “headache” even if it was a really bad one.
As I was explaining my symptoms to the intake nurse, I remember the embarrassment overwhelming me as tears of pain flooded my eyes. Then, without warning, I vomited on the nurse and emptied my bladder in the wheelchair.
I remember hearing the intercom system almost shout “Stroke Alert-Stroke Alert-Emergency” and then my whole world went dark.
And honestly, that is all I could remember for a long time.
I remember upon regaining consciousness, I was told I had suffered a brain aneurysm rupture.
I have been “recovering” ever since.