I just got off the phone with my son, who, now that it is evident that I am on the mend, kindly filled me in on some of the gaps in my knowledge about my brain adventure. I really am lucky to be alive. Not just the timing - that if I hadn't collapsed in the office I'd be dead now - but the particulars of the aneurysm and the surgery. Because Boy of course went online and did research he knew enough to be freaked out. This was not a minor thing. I'm glad I don't remember the pre-surgery time. I really, truly was near death and I'm glad I wasn't aware of it.
This is what I had.
This man saved my life and left me with all of my brain functions intact, which under the circumstances is really quite remarkable. I was right to have faith in him. He took care of my husband twice - once after a car accident and once for renal brain mets - and he has this wonderful aura of calm and confidence (which should be a prerequisite for cutting on people's brains all day) and I had total faith in him.
I also understand now why the hospital staff was gawking at how well I was doing - the surgery I had was high risk and normally has a very long, slow recovery time. I bounced back in about 10 days, which is really unusual. Usual is several months. Per my son, Dr. SL was concerned about damage to my motor skills on my left side, but my condition was serious enough that they didn't have any other options but go forward with the surgery. My left side motor skills are totally normal and functional. He's my hero.
Amie asked about my vision - I think it is getting better. It's hard to tell whether it is because the "smudge" is going away or if my brain is just adapting to looking around it. Small print is still difficult, but a week ago typing an entry here was very difficult, like squinting through a smear of Vaseline, and now it's easier.
Yes, this is a knitting blog sometimes. I finished another hat for Dulaan, and started a scarf.
Yesterday L picked me up and took me out for lunch and to hang out at her house. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, though we do email regularly, and we had a lot to catch up on. When I think about moving, I hate the idea of leaving behind longtime friends like her, but at the same time, I've had an anvil dropped on my head, like Wile E. Coyote, and I think I'd better listen.