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So, first things things, I'm alright. Everything has been really good lately. I was put in charge of the French team at work and once I finish the boatload of corporate training required, I'll get the manager title and nice raise that goes with it. My hours aren't so crazy anymore so I'm finally able to be active again and with all the healthy food, running and gym visits, my back doesn't bother me now and I've managed to get back into good shape. I've been closer to my family than I have been in a loooong time and I've been able to reconnect with my oldest friends a lot more too. I finally got through the insanity of the holiday sales and was given a paid week off in addition to my normal PTO hours in recognition for the insane amount of hours I worked so I just got back from a vacation in Québec. I've stayed up to date on all my meds and at the insistence of my sister I've even been seeing a psych to work through some things. For the first time in a very long time, I can honestly say I've been happy so, of course, something had to happen.
That something turned out to be another aneurysm. Last week at work, I started to get sick and passed out. For some reason, my blood pressure spiked super high and I burst another vessel. Thankfully the shunt that was put in my head prevented a build up of fluid in my brain so there hasn't been any serious damage but it still messed me up pretty bad. I've barely been conscious since then, Monday is the first day I was awake and functional but I still haven't been out of bed, even for what they call "chair time." I'm not sure what caused the bleed but the neurologist said it's common. Apparently the 1 year survival rate for my kind of stroke is pretty even odds and I have a 74% chance of not surviving the next five years but I'd prefer not to think about that. For now, I'm just enjoying the fentanyl they keep giving me and waiting for my team of super doctors to decide how to proceed but it's looking like more brain surgery.
I'm scared but I'm dealing and I'm trying to get better. Thanks for your kind words, also thank you for all the birthday wishes. TTYL.
That something turned out to be another aneurysm. Last week at work, I started to get sick and passed out. For some reason, my blood pressure spiked super high and I burst another vessel. Thankfully the shunt that was put in my head prevented a build up of fluid in my brain so there hasn't been any serious damage but it still messed me up pretty bad. I've barely been conscious since then, Monday is the first day I was awake and functional but I still haven't been out of bed, even for what they call "chair time." I'm not sure what caused the bleed but the neurologist said it's common. Apparently the 1 year survival rate for my kind of stroke is pretty even odds and I have a 74% chance of not surviving the next five years but I'd prefer not to think about that. For now, I'm just enjoying the fentanyl they keep giving me and waiting for my team of super doctors to decide how to proceed but it's looking like more brain surgery.
I'm scared but I'm dealing and I'm trying to get better. Thanks for your kind words, also thank you for all the birthday wishes. TTYL.
A quick update
So I may as well let you's know what's been going on lately. After a rough start out of rehab, I found an nice little, accessible, inlaw suite in one of the historic neighborhoods where I've been busy with getting everything set up just right. So now I have a nice little place not far from my doctors. I've finally gotten every sorted with my meds so things have been good healthwise too. I've also been in PT for the last 21 weeks and making good progress there. I can stand and walk with a walker but I don't have the strength yet to do it for long. I'm getting there but I have a ways to go still. When I started, I was a 14 on some 50 point scale they have and at my 20 week evaluation last week I was a 36. I don't think I'm going to be there by the one year goal I set but oh well. Also, my lawyer thinks I was probably dropped in surgery. It's really the only thing that can explain what happened. I have a case going at the moment but it will take up to a couple years to resolve according
these have been the hardest months of my life
So you're all up to date with my stay in rehab but things got wild after I left. First I was transferred to a subacute facility, in other words a nursing home. This was just as the lockdowns started so as bad as nursing homes are, they were taking advantage of not having angry family to deal with and were absolutely horrible. I lasted not even a week before a friend and I hatched a plan to get out but unfortunately I still didn't have an accessible apartment so I bounced around friends' extra rooms for awhile until I moved into a motel. After about a month I ran out of money and ended up succumbing to the manic episode that had been threateni
shit's crazy, huh?
So shit got crazy, didn't it?
Sure, the world might be ending and we all might die but if we do, I'll die happy.
Where to begin? Well, I'm still in rehab but I have a discharge planned for next week. I'm still ironing out the fine details of where I'm going to go but for now I have an apartment in this county, which means I'm going to be hours from my home again but for the time being it's for the best. Being closer to the hospital means it'll be easier to get to treatment and therapy, or it will be once they start having outpatient therapy again. In the meantime, I’m going to need homecare for things but luckily not too much. I still
je suis triste
mille après mille
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Praying for you.