This is now the third time I have typed this blog, hopefully the third time is the charm.
It has been a roller coaster of a day today. It has been a day of going, doing, and crying. I think it all caught up with me and bubbled over.
I started the morning with PT and made it around the floor, greeting the nurses from my first stay, went by my old room, came back to my new room and they did leg and arm exercises.
Then they came in and did the cast for my foot brace. It is butterflies and pink Velcro. Then they came to get me for the MRI, then they brought me back because it was broken but would be fixed in 20 minutes. 40 minutes I asked to lay down. They told me to order lunch..lunch and MRI guy showed up at the same time.
MRI completed, I get back into bed. OT shows up wants to watch me go to the bathroom. They seem to have a bathroom fetish.
Shortly thereafter a string of folks come in; social worker, caseworker, and financial aid. They are all telling what is going to happen. I feel bombarded.
In the midst of this, I hand Ron my phone as I was messaging with a friend, said here talk. Everyone leaves.
Ron, “OK, I told them, you weren’t doing it.”
I look at him and begin to cry. He looks totally perplexed.
” I..I wanntted to make that choice. I waanntted a goal.”
Then in comes my Dr’s associate with the outrageous long name to tell me I had the 2nd stroke in my brain stem and I would be leaving across the street for 1-2 weeks for a concentrated rehab program. He leaves and the tears flow. Ron pats my back and I cry.
After the bawlfest, I made Ron a list of things to bring back. Sent him home and got into the Word and prayed. God responded by having people call and message me, reminding me I am not alone. Casting Crown’s song I’ll Praise You in the Storm is my theme song through this.