tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64130987628125156362012-02-07T14:21:35.406-08:00Survivng A Bleed In My Head, This Is My StoryMy journey of joy and pain. This experience was not the end. I choose to share with hopes that others who have experienced the same injury will be encouraged to fight for their survival. One day at a time.Living After The Blood That Violated My Head Has Left It's Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533193976777712325noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413098762812515636.post-25374569547448029542012-02-06T15:46:00.001-08:002012-02-06T15:46:16.795-08:002012-02-06T15:46:16.795-08:00Survivng A Bleed In My Head, This Is My Story: "The Worst Headache Ever"<a href="http://wanttobeindependentagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/worst-headache-ever.html?spref=bl">Survivng A Bleed In My Head, This Is My Story: "The Worst Headache Ever"</a>: In 2010 my life came to screeching halt! I remember vividly feeling like I could barely move my legs, and that is when I decided that the ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6413098762812515636-2537456954744802954?l=wanttobeindependentagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Living After The Blood That Violated My Head Has Left It's Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533193976777712325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413098762812515636.post-40975659660224448392012-02-06T15:46:00.000-08:002012-02-06T15:46:16.648-08:002012-02-06T15:46:16.648-08:00Survivng A Bleed In My Head, This Is My Story: "The Worst Headache Ever"<a href="http://wanttobeindependentagain.blogspot.com/2012/02/worst-headache-ever.html?spref=bl">Survivng A Bleed In My Head, This Is My Story: "The Worst Headache Ever"</a>: In 2010 my life came to screeching halt! I remember vividly feeling like I could barely move my legs, and that is when I decided that the ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6413098762812515636-4097565966022444839?l=wanttobeindependentagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Living After The Blood That Violated My Head Has Left It's Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533193976777712325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413098762812515636.post-76790569572922964012012-02-06T15:34:00.000-08:002012-02-06T19:56:16.977-08:002012-02-06T19:56:16.977-08:00Friends That Visited And Called Me In The Hospital <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4wrb44zJS0/TzBjVEgdgNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lmnn_eATYkc/s1600/hummingbird-flowers-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4wrb44zJS0/TzBjVEgdgNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lmnn_eATYkc/s320/hummingbird-flowers-wallpaper.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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My friend Chantelle Treasure, she was a gem, a peach, an angel, just Love. This young lady, went to work everyday, and would come in the evenings. While at she would call the nurses. Spend the night and shower and go to work from the hospital. This girl put her life on hold for me, I also learned that she was the link to keeping my family and friends updated on my status. There is no amount of money to repay her for what she did for me. I would watch her play jewel quest on her phone, to handle the stress.<br />
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Fred Gambles, although he worked two jobs was there. I remember him being so sleepy but he still would sit there and talk to me, and tell me to get better. My favorite visit was when he came to see me one day, now Fred has this beautiful dark chocolate skin, and he showed up wearing all red. I laughed so hard because I used to call him Santa Claus, so that was a real treat for me. No lie he looks really good in red! Oh oh here comes the big headache again., don't want my friend to see me suffer but I have no control of over when they decide to attack. Here comes my nurse, how does she know I thought, then I looked over at the window where she sits watching over me like a hawk from outside the window. She said I saw you holding your head and putting the towel over your face, that's how we know you're hurting, and also your blood pressure rises on my monitor. Your stomach is very sensitive so this is for nausea in the IV it goes, then this is for the pain. You doctor changed to Dilaudid, because he wants you to rest better, and the morphine is only giving ten to fifteen minutes of sleep. Fred is laughing because he says I am speaking some other language, I guess its the drugs. Don't know how long I slept but my friend was right there when I woke up. Funny stories, like I always try to call people while I'm asleep, or I fell asleep while dialing a number. Oh yeah they had jokes for me.<br />
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Rhonda Wilson, by ten in the morning she'd be walking in my room! What a great way to start my day. She would meup to date on the happenings around the city. My mornings were always tough, I don't have an appetite, my head is pounding, fear is running through my head. So it's nice to see Rhonda. She may not know this, but she has a laugh that make me smile. She would ask the nurses how I'm doing also, and would get on to me about eating, or what ever was necessary at the time. She got to laugh at me when drugs were pushed into mt IV also.<br />
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Sholonda Sumpter, God's little Angel! she has one of those faces that you know God runs through her veins. So sweet to see her, she had her prayers warriors praying for me, and I'm grateful. One day she walked in and I was not feeling well at all, I think she knew it. so she told me to rest and not worry about trying to visit with her. I was dealing with this feeling that I was going to go back to sleep and not wake up. Death was hovering over me all that day. Sholonda's presence was comforting that day. <br />
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Lionel Woodyard, a very sharp dresser, can't no body wear a bow tie like him. He is always busy with his company and his volunteer work with children in the inner city schools. Still found time to come and check on me. Every time he could break away, he was there at the hospital, he teased me about my actions on meds too. Lionel is that "Ram In A Bush" that you hear people talk about. What a friend!<br />
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Gwen Turner, at this point we never met in person. We are in a women's group called, "Fabulous Over Forty". She would call and check on me, and ask me what I needed. She and her husband took time out of their busy lives to come and bring it. Wow I am still so humbled by that. <br />
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Ronnie Hudson, former Bass Player for Issac Hayes. He adopted me as his little sister a few years ago. I didn't expect to see him, because he has gigs all of the time. Fred called him and told him that I was in the hospital. He brought his beautiful wife Kathleen with him I was so happy to finally meet her. Also Sherman was with him, man I really do have friends that Love me, looking back as I write this. <br />
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Josie, Brenda Jones, and some of the other ladies in the group called to check on me, it meant a lot to me. I'm grateful.<br />
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God is so awesome, he showed me that I do have family here although they are not my blood relatives. I thank each and every one of them from the bottom of my heart. I Love You All!!!<br />
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I woke up with all kinds of wires, attached to my body, needles in my arms, nurses and doctors talking to me. Thinking to myself, "oh Lord they keep talking to me, and I'm just scared. I don't what the heck is going on ,I just want all of them to leave me alone, so I can get out of this bed to go the the bathroom. Squeezing as tight as I can so that I don't wet my bed, I finally ask may I go t the bathroom I ask? The nurse says just let it go honey, I put a catheter in your bladder. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm singing in my head, it feels sooooo good to tinkle! So tired now AND FEELING NOT LIKE MYSELF, I don't like this, please make it go away. If I don't tell the nurse how I'm feeling then maybe I can go home to my bed. Yeah that's it don't tell em, just say I feel fine every time they ask you. The Neurologist tells me that he is going to do a procedure, he is going to POKE A HOLE IN THE ARTERY IN MY GROIN! THEN RUN A TINY TUBE UP TO YOUR BRAIN AND PUSH A RADIOACTIVE DYE THREW IT. HE WANTS TO LOOK AT MY BRAIN. GEESH IS IT REALLY THAT SIMPLE? I gave him my instructions, " My head is already killing me, so when you inject me with that numbing stuff. I need for you to walk away, go make a call of something. You guys never let the stuff numb first, and that is stressing me out right now. He laughed and said OK boss. I survived the procedure, I tried to stay awake for it but, man they got power drugs in this place. Everybody that knows me, know I hate that "out of my head feeling" Next thing I know I'm back in glass room in NICU, don't remember anyone take me back there.<br />
It must be the Fourth Of July, because I feel them in my head! Dang I can't hide it from the nurse. screaming and rolling around the bed is what the pain is forcing me to do. My nurse was there in a New York minute, She had in her hand what I learned immediately is the "GOOD STUFF" She was explaining to me what the drug was, and and and,well I don't remember anything else she said. That was good sleep for a while then I woke up again to the worst pain you can imagine having in your head times ten. So I'm given more drugs in the IV, and sent to have a CAT SCAN. OK so I'm stoned out of my mind and the tech had the nerve to ask me my name, Lord I pray that I didn't say anything unpleasant. Still don't remember it, but my nurses always lets me know what was and is being done to me. Nothing like a caring nurse!!! <br />
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In 2010 my life came to screeching halt! I remember vividly feeling like I could barely move my legs, and that is when I decided that the horrible headache was not going to go away no matter what medication I take. Call 911 call 911 is what I should have done, but the stubborn me is still trying not to call. A friend who was at my home advised with fear in her eyes, that I should go to the hospital. Well everyone that knows me know, I am not going to hospital without taking a bath (lol). Maybe the hot water will make my head stop hurting, well it didn't and at that point I am struggling to breath, so get dressed and call 911 is what I decide to do. Conversation with the operator," this is the 911 operator how may I help you? I'm 49 years old my head is hurting really bad and I think I'm having a stroke. OK ma'am stay on the phone help is on the way. Can you open your door for me? OK I say, but I barely had the strength to do it. She reassures that she is with me and she was determined to get me to open that door. I can't stand the light anymore. I got the door opened and I lay on the floor, and help arrived. Operator says OK hang up I know that the paramedics are there". Lord have mercy, they scooped me up and before I knew it I was at the hospital, they got my IV in place and ready for Life saving drugs. Initially I had one nurse, then the doctor. He orders a CAT SCAN. Then he wants me to sign papers giving approval for a lumbar puncture. I said no, but then remembered that my son as a small child was brave when he had to have one. Doctor gets paged from imaging while I was about to sign the papers. All of the sudden I heard what sounded like a herd of horses running towards the room I that was in. You know its serious when there were about ten nurses and doctors working on you at the same time (Fear took over my emotions) Ma'am a lot is going to be happening right now, so let us work. I don't have to do the spinal, your scan says that your head is filled with blood. There is not a Neurologist in the building, so I have to send you to Emory University Hospital This is the only way we can try to save your life, this is very a serious situation he says to me, with a stern but compassionate tone! Towel still over my head, because I can't stand the light, and the morphine never kicked in to stop the pain, I'm sure because of my fear and emotions I was fighting it. The nurses were so awesome, they were working as a team to do their job, and they were as good to me as they be. My initial nurse was on her game. She was protective of me, an example is when the ambulance came to transfer me to the other hospital. She let them know not to try to take my towel from over my head, She yelled, " the light hurts her eyes and no she can't slide over we are all going to lift her"! She cared!!!!<br />
The cutes little Doogie Houser greets me and peek under my towel that is covering my head, and says he will do everything in his power to help me. Thank you Lord!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6413098762812515636-123299644539493068?l=wanttobeindependentagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Living After The Blood That Violated My Head Has Left It's Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533193976777712325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413098762812515636.post-81719846071292943372012-02-04T22:35:00.000-08:002012-02-05T14:56:55.450-08:002012-02-05T14:56:55.450-08:00NEVER UNDER ESTIMATE THE POWER OF A BIRD!!!Celebrating Life is a new lesson everyday. You never know when what's right around the corner. The beautiful red cardinal has been a part of my life for a few years. I didn't know that he was preparing me for a beautiful friendship. This little bird has brought sunshine in my dreary place. Funny how he always appear when I feel sick, scared, sad, or unsure. The cool thing about him is that he has begun to come around even when I'm having a good day. Everyday I work hard to get my independence back. This is my Goal...<br />
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