Starting on Wednesday last week, there were literally and figuratively tornadoes ripping through my life. Here's how things went down. The DH was taken to the ER on Wednesday morning with stroke-like symptoms, and that evening they decided to transfer him to St. Luke's. While he was there, they did a whole battery of tests. The doctors, nurses and other staff were absolutely wonderful.
Also on Thursday evening, a vicious twister tore through the countryside here, and among other horrid acts, managed to swoop up a very, very dear lady who will be terribly missed.
On Friday morning, the results of several of DH's tests came back and it was determined that he did indeed have a couple of mini-strokes. He has a VERY, VERY small bit of his brain that was affected (the size of a pencil eraser). He has no motor skills damage, no lingering physical or mental issues at all. So, in that, he is EXTREMELY blessed. The doctors released him on Friday with a prescription for a cholesterol-lowering drug, and orders to take a daily baby aspirin, and (I quote), "Get your sh!t together."
AND, after I got him out of the hospital on Friday, I think I almost gave him another stroke, as I broke the news to him that he's got another reason to get his stuff together: I've got a bun in the oven. Yep. It'll be done baking right around Christmastime. (I had been to the doctor on Wednesday morning, the same day as his stroke, and the tornado. I think I'm gonna call this kid Captain Mayhem!)
Anyway. That's the news update. Thank you again for sending good vibes in our direction, it was definitely needed/appreciated.
A journal of life on a third- and potentially fourth-generation family farm, from the perspective of the 'potential fourth' generation. (abridged, of course, for time and interest's sake)
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Only you, girl. Only you. Glad all is well.
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