Updated: Apr 6, 2020
The evening was essential for me to recover from a hard day. It started off genial as I laid on the sofa covered in my blanket watching my favorite shows with my husband. Every frustration dissolved, and I felt a sense of ease. My husband soon retreated to the bedroom to get sleep, I wanted to continue to watch my junk TV shows. I remember that I wanted to do my nails since they needed desperate attention. As I got up from the sofa, I felt neck pain and then an immediate snap in my head. I’ve heard horror stories about aneurysms and always wondered what the snap felt like. Well, I know! It accurately felt like a rubber band snapped around my head. I immediately felt disoriented and sick to my stomach. I crawled on the floor to the bathroom and began to projectile vomit. A voice in my head told me to act fast! Brandon is hard to wake when he falls asleep, so I called my mom to let her know what was going on. My mom recalls in conversation with me later that my voice began to slur and trail off. Soon after I got off the phone, I called 911 and told them what happened and to get here quick because I didn’t have a lot of time. My adrenaline kicked in, I gated the dogs off and went down the steps with the door unlocked fervently waiting for the emergency team to come.
Once they arrived, I could feel myself drifting out. I don’t remember the ambulance drive to the hospital but alas, I made it. As I drifted in and out, I remember the doctor saying that I’m having a bad migraine and hooked me up to meds in order to dissipate the feeling. Inside my mind, I was screaming that this wasn’t a migraine! My mom arrived and the doctor decided to send me off to get a CT scan since I wasn’t responding. The results came back and I remember a portion of the conversation. I overheard ‘bleeding in the brain” and “transport downtown”. After that I slipped out of consciousness.
I awoke the next day startled, thinking I awakened from a nightmare. I felt a tube coming out of my head, pain, confusion, scared and lifeless. A doctor walked in (my angel) and asked me if I remembered coming downtown. I responded with a resounding no. The doctor told me that I had a severe brain bleed, specifically, SAH and suspects I have an aneurysm. I asked her if I was going to die and she didn’t sugarcoat it- yes, I might die. She told me that they inserted a drain to relieve my brain from pressure and blood. Once I stabilized from this, they would do angiograms to determine where the source of the bleed was coming from. This could take a couple days she said.
I could feel the tears running down my face and my heart racing. I didn’t want to die, I just got married! As my doctor walked out of the room, a series of other physicians poured in to check on me. The parade continued with nurses who said they would do neuro checks on me in 15-minute intervals. Despite the copious amount of people circling my room, I was blessed to be with the most compassionate medical staff I have ever come across. I will go more into that later because they deserve their own special space.
This was my first 24 hours.