January 2, 2017 was the one year anniversary of my brain trying to kill me.
I wanted nothing more than to be in the Magic Kingdom on that day, and my fabulous husband made it happen.
We dragged my best friend and her husband along. We drove to Disney World for a couple of days, then drove back up to Gatlinburg for a few days. It was a AWESOME trip and exactly what I needed.
I made my ear hat. There were lots of questions about it.
While the rest of the gang was riding Mine Train, I went to Gaston's for a snack.
I ordered the drink and the carrots, and the guy behind the counter asked about my hat.
So I tell him a short story, and he pulls two other people over an asks me to repeat it, which I did.
They were all in tears, and he handed me a cinnamon roll.
I went to pay and they wouldn't take my money.
But wait, there's more...
Now we're in Erie, PA at Hamot hospital.
My family arrives right behind me, thank GOD, because by now I'm starting to get scared.
Immediately I get another CT scan, and later that night, an MRI.
Brain has a hefty bleed, and surgery is scheduled for first thing in the morning.
The plan is to go in via an angiogram and repair the aneurysm that caused the hemorrhage.
When an angiogram is performed, you're awake. Not twilight, but numbed up, and awake.
I wan't sure what to expect aside from the fact that if the Dr. liked what he saw and though he could repair the bleed, they would put me out and do the repair.
Let me tell you, ANGIOGRAMS TO THE BRAIN SUCK!
SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!
It was ok until the dye/catheter they shoot in got up into my face.
OMG it hurt so damn bad!
Dr. decided to attempt the repair, so they put me out, which honestly, was a huge relief since I was in some pretty rotten pain. When I awake, I'm told he wasn't able…