My day off

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I had a most interesting Thursday. I played hooky from work. Shame on me I know but sometimes you just have to. One of my favorite authors was going to be in a near by town and I wanted to meet her. I ask my good friend Mur to go with we and we would have lunch later. Actually she had been encouraging me to play hooky one day for a while.

We headed out visiting as usual. But she soon started answering me with very short, sometimes one word answer – very unlike her. I was beginning to think she was feeling bad because she always talks! But then when she ignored one of my questions completely I looked over and she was asleep. Then I knew she was just not feeling well. Nick laughed when I told him my first concern was her not talking much. He said that could be a symptom for me too. But not the sleepiness, in a car I can fall asleep backing out of the driveway (and that when I’m driving)!

When we arrived at the book store and I tried to wake her up I knew we had a problem. She would talk but it didn’t make sense and she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes opened. I got her husband on the phone to see if she was on some new medicine that could be causing this. When he said “No, get her to the hospital” I got there in just a few minutes. She seemed perfectly content, not at all curious as to why we were in a hospital she could not tell them her birthday and in answer to their questions told them it was the 24th (it was the 1st), and that it was Monday (it was Thursday) and that it was 1991.

I stayed with her until her husband that there. The doctors, fearing a stroke had seen her at once. She was answering much more clearly after 15 minutes or so. In fact she was teasing when she shouldn’t have been. As her husband came in the nurse asked “Can you tell me who this is?” She looked at him and said “I’ve never seen him before in my life.” I could tell by her tone that she was kidding so I tapped her on the foot and said “Mur, tell the nurse who this is.” She smiled and said “This is my husband, Will.” But she was thinking slow, not slurring her speech but thinking for a long time before answering and talking slowly.

I left soon after as they started even more test. Late that afternoon Mur called me, apologizing profusely. She seemed fine but couldn’t remember anything about the day from about 10:30 until around 5:00. It was a PSI or mini stroke. This could indicate more problems to come or she might never have a problem again, hard to tell and scary. Another thing I think about is that on most of our outing she drives, this time I just pulled up behind her car and told her I would drive. Glad I did!

So that was my day off. I think for stress relief I might as well go to work!!