Sunday, February 19, 2012

I was taken to the closest hospital...

I was taken to the closest hospital where the doc determined that I had had another bleed.
I wanted to go home because I knew I was having surgery next week.
The doc convinced me to go to NOrthwestern in downtown Chicago and that I must stay awake or maybe never wake up again.
So, I waited quite awhile before the ambulance came to take me downtown which took forever.
Then, a million tests and a million questions.
Now, I was getting scared.
I stayed 2 days and then I knew I was off to Stanford Hospital for brain surgery!@!!
It sounded so scary, I could only picture Frankenstein and the movie scenes ....
It was now or never.

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