Testing… 1, 2, 4 ?

Ok, i’m the first to admit I’m not up to speed yet but I thought I would give it my best shot anyhow.

Thanks to all who were kind enough to send me best wishes during my convalescence. I’m feeling much better now and expect a full and complete recovery.

Whew! That was scary. So here’s what happened. Late in the afternoon last week I suddenly felt very tired and got a headache, so I sat down on the living room lazy boy. My hands and feet were blocks of ice and the fingers of my left hand went numb. My wife suggests that I go upstairs and lie down, and being the dutiful husband that I am I did just that.

But I couldn’t sleep. I was overcome with extreme nausea, sweating buckets and my poor heart was revving up faster than a lead-footed teenager. So after a couple of hours of futility I decided to visit the washroom.

It wasn’t long before my head was swimming and I took a header onto the floor. Couldn’t move for what seemed an eternity. Still sweating profusely, heart banging away and completely disorientated. I finally got the strength to call to my wife for help and she put me back to bed.

So why didn’t I go to the hospital? Because the thought of spending hours sitting in emergency made me feel more ill than I already was. And besides, my child had just got over the flu and that’s what I probably had. Right? Well I suppose you can say I bet my life on it because I went back to sleep and spent a rough night tossing and turning.

The following day I felt like I had aged 50 years over night. I felt like an old man. I moved and shuffled my feet like an old man. I WAS for all purposes an OLD man. And to make matters worse - my (shudder) speech was slurred. Now according to my wife mumbling is nothing new to me, BUT this time it was worse - much worse. Oh my God! Have I just had a stroke (I thought).

So did I go the hospital? Nope. I took an aspirin because I read somewhere that is the thing to do. Heck if I’m going to croak I might as well do it in my own home. And besides, it was probably the flu. Right? I know. Typical dufus male who wouldn’t even stop and ask for directions.

So what happened after that? Well the next day I felt a bit better and still waiting for those flu symptoms to show up. The next day better again and still no flu.

Hmmmmm. Better call the Dr. So the doc sends me to a specialist and he asks me to do dorky things like touch my nose and walk a straight line. Heck doc, I haven’t had anything to drink - honest. Ok shut up Bloke. After all he knows what he’s doing. Right? WRONG! He’s dumbfounded. My recovery has been spectacular and he can’t figure out why.

So was it a stroke? The Cat-Scan should tell, but these things take time. Will keep you posted…