What I remember - leaving Jefe's office at the end of the day, saying goodnight, getting as far as the file cabinet in the hall outside his office when a sudden, crushing pain hit my head. Like an elephant fell out of the ceiling. I grabbed the nearest file cabinet and then fell to the floor. I remember people yelling "Call 911," and I vaguely remember the ambulance ride to the nearby hospital. I was in and out of consciousness, I remember being loaded into a helicopter for a flight to the Big Hospital. I remember requesting the brain surgeon who took care of my husband years ago. I don't remember the next 3 days.
I remember waking up in the ICU that Monday. I was wired to every sort of sensor and multiple IVs, it was like being tied to the bed. Girlchild says I really wasn't out cold during that time, I just don't remember it.
My surgeon came in and told me that post-surgery scans were perfect and there was no sign of the aneurysm. At least five other doctors gave me a clean bill of health - I have to do a follow up with the very cute cardiologist, but he said that tests didn't show anything wrong with my heart, my cholesterol was only a wee bit elevated, and my blood pressure actually runs low, not high. In short, nobody has a clue why this happened to me. There is no underlying condition to worry about, and no reason to think this will ever happen again.
I still marvel that if it had hit a mere 15 minutes later, I'd have been behind the wheel in rush hour traffic. If it had hit an hour later, I'd have been home alone, Girl would have been at work. If this had to happen, the timing saved my life. A very goose-bumpy thought. I'd like to say that this made me all thoughtful and spiritual and contemplating the meaning of life, but it hasn't. I'm still shallow and looking forward to watching Gray's Anatomy and getting another good night's sleep, and doing something about my funky partly shaved hairstyle.
Oh, and here's how shallow I am - I could tell I'd lost some weight, but I didn't know how much until I got on the scale this morning. I'm down 11 pounds, and inspired to take off 20 more, so I can be skinny with my practically shaved head. So much for insight into major issues of life and death. Sorry!