Tickled? Not so much - Treadmills, Tears, and Tension

On this "Tickle Me Pink Tuesday" I'm not so enthusiastic and, well...ticked.

If anything, I'm annoyed, scared and frustrated with the way my life has turned upside down in the past 3 days.

It's not any ones fault - that's just life.

I can explain....

On Sunday evening, around 7:30pm, my hubby was in the other room studying. All of a sudden something felt off to him. Something wasn't right but he didn't now what it was. He turned to look in the mirror and noticed that the right side of his face was drooping and completely numb. Being the smart cookie that he is (and very logical), he decided to immediately run through the symptoms of a stroke. He tried speaking first and couldn't so the next thing he attempted was reading. After a few moments of confusion, and not knowing what to do in order to read, he came to the other room to have me call 911.

When he came into the room I could sense his fear which scared me in return. I knew that if he was scared something was wrong. He attempted to tell me to call 911 and that he thought he was having a stroke. His speech was very badly slurred and he wasn't too steady on his feet. I had him lay down and I immediately called 911.

I was so scared. It's funny how you prepare for these moments with CPR classes and such, but when they actually arrive you can never be prepared enough.

His symptoms didn't last longer than a couple minutes. His right hand and arm were numb the longest (about 10 minutes) and by the time the paramedics arrived it was as if nothing had happened.

Long story short, after 5 hours in the ER we were discharged with no testing done: completely ridiculous and frustrating! The next day was spent the afternoon in the Urgent Care and got referred to go to student health. After two hours at student health this morning, he has an MRA (an MRI scan of the blood vessels in the head and neck), an appointment with a neurologist, blood results pending, and cardiac tests to be run once the blood work results are in.

We are praying that it was a fluke, but we both know something wasn't right. We know that we must be proved that it was a freak thing by ruling out all the other options.

So tonight I ran! I ran hard and I ran long. I needed to relieve this stress. I needed to relieve his stress. I ran on the treadmill and I let it all out! I haven't cried at all since this started. But tonight I let my sweat and tears look like one. Life seems stopped right now. I'm in somewhat of a fog and I can't seem to process what is going on. I guess our bodies survive by just functioning. And that is what I am doing - I'm functioning. I'm going to work, keeping up with school, going to appointments, and attempting to catch up on my sleep.

I'm also praying. And I'm envying your prayers as well!