I saw a pain management doctor last week. He took me off the percocet due to the Tylenol and my liver enzymes, and changed up some of my other meds. I really liked him. He got into how my pain is affecting my life and thinks we can maximize my pain meds to improved my level of functioning. I’m definitely feeling “stoned” from the new meds but he assures me that my body will adjust. I’m doing more at home and I’m looking at the meds a little differently, instead of seeing them as a crutch, I’m seeing them as a tool that allows me to participate in my life. As Martha Stewart would say “It’s a good thing.”
A very scary thing happened Saturday evening. Rudy and I went for a golf cart ride and he ran over the mailboxes in front of our house. I didn’t really think anything of it except that it was an accident and kind of a funny one at that. When he turned around he narrowly missed the utility pole and I thought he was just being a smart ass. We continued on and he was driving so close to the right hand side of the road that it was starting to scare me. I still thought he was being a smart ass. He hit a tree that caught me in my right shoulder and pulled it all the way behind me. The pain hit so fiercely that I immediately vomited and started yelling at Rudy to take me home. He was looking at me blankly and wouldn’t stop driving. He kept narrowly missing everything on the right hand side. I was starting to panic and was yelling at him to either take me home or stop so I could walk home and he kept driving past our street. He finally dropped me off, and I ran into the house cradling my arm. A neighbor of ours was sitting outside and he later told me that Rudy hit his truck twice and the fence leaving again.
When he got back he came into our bedroom and kept asking me why I was so mad at him. All I could say is “Are you kidding me?” I told him what he was doing and I noticed he still had a blank look on his face, when it suddenly hit me what might be wrong. I googled stroke symptoms, asked him a few questions and had him take his blood pressure. I knew we had to get him to the hospital, but he was so hostile with me it was like he didn’t even know me. I went to our neighbor and one of our best friends and told him I think Rudy is having a stroke, please come down and see if you can help me talk him into going to the hospital. That’s when he told me about Rudy hitting his truck and the fence. He came down and told Rudy what happened and he finally consented to letting us take him to the hospital. Cat scan showed no brain bleed and we followed up with our own Doctor on Tuesday who told us this could absolutely be a residual effect from the electrocution. He also said this might never happen again, but he wants us to follow-up with a neurologist as a precaution. Basically he thinks Rudy might have thrown a clot. He referred to it as a transient ischemic stroke aka a warning stroke.