Friday, January 30, 2009

another domino

I had a massive bleed to the left parietal lobe of my brain, I would later learn what that meant, but when in the emergency room I was a critically ill patient.  The nurses and doctors and police officers were talking about all my injuries. I must have looked frightful because one of the policemen took pictures. I remember thinking "this can't be good."   
A nurse was asking me if I understood where I was. 
I wanted to say, "you mean, you don't know? Get me out of here!" 
But I couldn't talk. 
A young policeman talked to the nurses about me. I remember thinking that I could tell him there was nothing wrong with me... except, of course, that I was uncoordinated... and, oh yes, I had a bleed in my brain.
The nurses were great! They talked me like I was a person; they talked to me as if there was nothing wrong; they talked TO me. I had yet to learn that not having a voice, a literal voice, was scarier than being paralyzed.  

1 comment:

  1. That had to be hard, hearing and not being able to respond. I can't imagine how frustrating that must be. Almost like being trapped in your own body.