![]() The ER doctors couldn’t figure it out either.Īnd so I would spend the rest of that day/night enduring every medical test you could imagine. And when they got me to the ER it was more of the same. My speech and cognitive abilities intact. I did not have the usual symptoms of a stroke-weakness on the left side, slurred speech, inability to answer simple questions, etc. ![]() ![]() When the EMT’s came to the house, they couldn’t seem to figure out what was wrong with me. I would find out later that the sooner you get to the hospital in these cases the better. But upon her arrival back at the house, and after I took the pills and promptly vomited both the pills and the water I had taken them with-and over my continued and irrational objections-Val called 911. Val called a nurse friend of hers who advised her to go get some motion sickness pills from the local CVS and so she did. Val immediately thought to call 911, but by that time I was able to speak and tell her not to worry about that. And this would go on for hours, folks.īecause I couldn’t call out, I would remain on that cold floor for over 30 minutes before Val came up to tell me my breakfast was getting cold, and she discovered me lying on the floor. After vomiting, that same “unseen hand” drove me to the floor once more where the cycle would begin again. The world started spinning out of control and it felt like I was bench-pressing four hundred pounds just to lift myself up onto all fours in order to make it to our near-by trash can to vomit. I guess this is what they mean by a “cold sweat.”Īfter a relatively brief respite from the “vertigo,” it hit once again. But I was shivering cold at the same time. And I found myself gasping for breath like I would after three minutes punching a heavy bag in the gym. I can’t really remember how long the spinning went on, but it seemed like an eternity. I could only grimace, brace myself, and attempt to weather the storm of what I thought was just an intense case of vertigo. When my head hit the floor, immediately the whole world started spinning out of control and it felt like a train was running inside my head. And it was as though my head was nailed to the floor. It was as though I was driven to the floor by an unseen hand whose owner had bad intentions. To say I then “fell” to the floor would not quite get at what happened here. I almost unthinkingly turned on the faucet like any other day to throw some water on my face and-it is hard to explain this in words-all of the sudden it felt like someone hit me in the head with a pipe. I had slept in an extra hour past my usual time. My wife, Valerie, was already downstairs cooking breakfast for the troops. On Thursday, October 21, 2021-just four months ago-I walked into my bathroom at 7:00 am to get ready for the day.
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