Wednesday morning started like any other morning. Or so I thought. About 10 minutes after getting out of bed my vision became blurry, I was dizzy, and as I tried to say any words they wouldn't come. My husband was in the shower and I had to communicate my distress to him so I tried the best I could to say something and my failed attempts at communicating anything of significance alarmed my husband. I layed back in bed and Husband called 911. The thoughts of a possible stroke ran though both of our minds. I kept trying to tell Husband about the alarm in the house but I could only call it the "thing" and he had to turn it off. The things we think of in crisis, right?
The paramedics came bounding in rather quickly and started asking me questions. I started crying because I knew the answers to their questions but could not actually say the words to answer them. For example, they asked if I knew where I was. I did. I knew that I was in my house but I could NOT say the word house. However, I COULD say the numbers in my address. Go figure. My language started to come back to me after awhile as the paramedics checked to see if I was currently having a stroke or heart attack. I passed their tests but they gave me the option of either taking a ride in an ambulance to the ER or get in to my primary as soon as possible. I opted for the later.
My children were not scared during this time but found it fascinating that the fire department was in our house. The girls informed them that our neighbor was a firefighter which one of the men tending to me actually knew. They took the girls out into the truck let them climb around and let the siren go once. If our neighbors were hoping to enjoy sleeping in over Spring Break that was the morning it was NOT going to happen. HA!
I was able to get in to see a nurse practitioner at Mayo Clinic (where my primary doctor is) and given orders for a complete blood work panel and an MRI of my head and neck that was completed on Thursday evening. This morning (Friday) I was called and told that everything came back clear but they are going to send my MRI and reports over to the neurology department for a consult.
So, what does all this mean? Well, we know that I didn't have a stroke. I could have had a TIA (read about that here) or a possible seizure. Yes, you can have a seizure and be fully conscious. Now we wait to hear more from the doctors and hope that the symptoms do not occur again. I am so thankful for my husband who did not hesitate because all of my physical symptoms were that of a stroke, while rare in thirty-six year olds, are not unheard of. I was pretty worn out after everything and I had a pretty normal day today but still tired. It's hard to fully know if small things I experience are connected to my episode or not. I am trying to be "normal" but also observant of what is happening with my body.
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