So here’s a tale of woe for y’all:
In mid-december we had a wicked snow/ice storm here in the mile-high. I was out walking the dog and slid on some mirror-finish ice and wound up hitting the back of my head on the sidewalk. I definitely got my bell rung and had to put myself on concussion protocol. I slowly recovered, or so I thought. About a month ago I noticed my left leg wouldn’t synch with my right and so I started falling. A lot. Left shoulder wouldn’t let me move up and down the bass neck. Left fingers had no feeling, starting to lose communication with them. Couldn’t remember anything. All this culminated with a fall in the back yard last Wednesday night. Naked and wet, couldn’t get up, took me 2 hours to get back inside. I was frantic, calling for help, raising cain. Finally got back inside to the kitchen chair and fell again, this time landing on my watch and then my head. The watch called 911 and so I’ve been in the neuro ICU until yesterday. They had to put a drain in my skull and pulled out almost half a liter of blood that had been accumulating since the original fall. My brain was pushed up against the left side of my skull. Turns out I was almost dead when I hit the ground last time.
Got discharged from the hospital yesterday and now I’m back. Just worked out with the mighty MK and I’m almost my old self again. My fingertips have to harden up again but I’m in full control. Walking with a cane. Feeling my mental acuity return. Pretty sure I’m lucky to be alive and not confined to a bed or worse. I can live without this crap. It’s what happens when you’re 68 and living alone.
