Thursday, February 23, 2012

September 19, 2011 - The Night The TV Tried To Kill Me

 It was a Monday night around 8pm, I had just gotten home from hanging out with friends and was about to watch a movie alone. While the TV got through the commercials I decided to check my computer. A bzz-ing noise, not unlike the noise old TV's make, began. It was extremely loud, loud enough to make me want to turn off the TV (what I thought was the problem). 

I stood up, closed my computer, and took my first step towards the other room. I slammed against the wall then I tried another step with the same result. By then my vision had begun pulsating (everything was zooming in and out at me really fast) and my head was pounding, but I was DETERMINED to turn off the TV. On my hands and knees, arms and legs making spastic movements, I dragged myself to the TV and turned it off. Sprawling myself on the couch I stared at the wall. 

"The TV isn't the issue; there is something wrong with me." said my brain, "I need help! Now!"** My phone was on the floor a couple feet away from me, I rolled myself off the couch and made my way towards it. Very tediously, arms flailing, I was able to dial my parents. The conversation went something like this:

Mom: "Hello?"
Me: "Moo-oo-om, eyes need ew tooth come tooth my houth. I sink I'm hasing a thee-thur."
Mom: "Hello? Who is this? Heidi? What?"
Me: "Moo-oo-om, eyes need ew tooth come tooth my houth. I sink I'm hasing a thee-thur."
Mom: "I'm on my way!!!!" *click*

My mom didn't recognize my voice because my speech was slurred and I'm not sure why I told her I was having a seizure when I clearly was not. But I knew it was crucial that she get to my house and that did the trick.My mom told my dad and he headed straight in (they only lived 5 miles from me) while she stayed behind to call 911. 

While they scrambled to get to me, I was able to drag myself to the front door; I unlocked the door and turned on the porch light then proceeded to lay on the ground, grasping my arms to my chest so they wouldn't hit my furniture. My family arrived; I was only wearing underwear and a sweatshirt so they dressed me (awkward!) and then we waited some more.

My town has a volunteer fire department and they were the first to arrive. They checked my vitals while we waited for the ambulance; they (my vitals) were perfect. The EMT's got there shortly after the volunteers and checked my vitals again with the same result. I was confused because I had just lost all control of my limbs. The EMT's gave us two options: have my parents monitor me over night or have them pack me into the ambulance and take me to the ER. My parents chose the ER.

The EMT's didn't understand that I had no leg function until they stood me up, I kept falling over (DUH! I'm not stupid! There's something wrong with me! I was so irritated!). The fun thing about the EMT's was that my older brother is also an EMT for the same city and so we were able to chat about him while they poked and prodded me in the ambulance; it was his birthday that day (Brother, for your birthday I will have a stroke! LOVE YOU!). 

Upon arriving at the hospital they had me pee into a tiny cup; picture this: I can barely walk because I have no control, my eye sight is going crazy, and, oh guess what, I've begun vomiting and THEY STILL WANT ME TO PEE INTO A TINY CUP! I'm kind of amazing so I was able to accomplish their evil challenge. I threw up around 10 times that night but that didn't stop them from doing blood work, a CT scan, a couple other tests I don't remember, and asking me 5 million times if I could possibly be pregnant.

5 hours later they tell me I have vertigo, hook me up with some anti nausea medicine, and have me check with my doctor in a couple days. All my symptoms had gone away, the only thing wrong now were my severely rug burned knees and elbows, so it seemed normal that I should go home and sleep!

...I'll continue my little adventure story next post...

-h

**I now realize how absurd it was of me to assume the TV was causing all my problems. But, to this day, if a TV makes that bzz-ing noise, I internally freak out!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Introducing *drum roll* ME!

Hi! I'm Heidi! I am a 21 year old female, living in Oregon. I had a stroke...then I had open heart surgery....then I went to curl up in a ball and cry, wallowing in my misery, but instead I started a blog. I hope to make you laugh, cry, yell, hiccup, spit, sing, and share! I'll be using this blog to tell my stroke/open heart surgery story then some. I would love to meet other stroke and/or open heart surgery survivors. Please share (whether it is a tragic story, a joke, a recipe, or whatever else you would like); I would love to hear from you!

-h

- Coming Soon -
September 19, 2011 - The Night The TV Tried To Kill Me