Little did I know when I did my last post that I would face death once again and so far live to face another day. So, I was sitting on a roller kind of walker that has a seat. I must have not had the brakes locked totally. I was making homemade valentines. People are having a hard time remembering if it was January 29 of 30th. The seat collapsed. It was my dad's (who passed this summer) and it did the same thing to him. He landed on carpeting and I landed on tile floor with concrete underneath. I immediately started getting a headache and at some point I called my sister and asked her to take me to the hospital. By the time she arrived, I was throwing up, shaking, and sweating. I told her that I didn't think I could make it to her car and she would have to call an ambulance. From that point on, I have almost no memories.
Apparently, they took me to the ER and found out that my brain was shifting positions because I had a subdural hemotoma,. I was bleeding inside the brain. The took me by helicopter to another hospital. There they cut open my skull to stop the bleeding. Memories of the trip and experiences there are almost non existent. What memories I do have are distorted and disconnected, what a bad trip must feel like. Now, I am in a rehab/nursing facility trying to get well. Cognitively, I am doing better. I am still working on strength, endurance, and balance. They say I might be here for another month! I am only in the last few weeks starting to feel that time is flowing normally again. I was in such bad shape that everyone thought I was going to die. I was oblivious to it. I do remember at one point chanting. My son and his wife, sister and my best friend all traveled to the town where they operated on me and I don't remember any of them being there. It all feels so strange!
I am getting great rehab! I still need those other surgeries though.
With lots of metta,
Louise/sattva