I finally reached the security of my home and deposited myself onto my couch in the den. Sitting there I suffered another bout of numbness in the left arm. My wife, Barbara, came home and I reported my condition and asked her to drive me to the hospital.
The drive was much like the toboggan ride down the mountain after my ski accident. I rocked and moaned in the seat of her car to lose myself in the rhythm of the ride. I was scared and confused. I rolled out of the car and struggled to get my foreign body into the emergency room where they checked me in and was told to wait. What else? Barb joined me and we were called to an examining room.
I won't get into the next 24 hours in the E.R. but I will share this. They sent me to get an MRI and was eventually told that everything looked good, but that I should consult my primary care physician. Standing at the nurses station to get my walking-papers, the phone rang and they conveyed the following message to me, "Another radiologist read the MRI and they found something. You will have to stay."
Best,
Steve - The Stroke Survivor
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