Yesterday, it was 6 months since the start of my ordeal over Christmas. I haven't really talked much about it here, but it's on my mind quite a lot.
On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day 2010, I don't remember anything. Todd says I acted really strange and paranoid the entire time. The day after Christmas I do remember, but it was really odd and foggy. I was seeing things out of the right side of my vision that weren't there, and I was far too paranoid to sleep. I ended up watching the entire season (to that point) of 'No Ordinary Family'.
Well, after that we got a friend (my best friend, I think) to watch Emily, then Todd drove me to the ER at Mission Hospital. That drive was really surreal because even though I had made it hundreds of times (since I go to school very near Mission) everything looked strange.
We spent all day in the ER having various tests run on me. Finally at like 10 pm, I was admitted. The next few days I did a lot of staring at the TV and sleeping. After 5 days in the hospital, they finally let me out.
Thankfully I had great friends who helped take care of Emmy so Todd could come be with me in the hospital. Once I left, they didn't really know what had happened. Stroke and seizure were some of the things that were mentioned.
I had thought I was doing better once I left, but when I got home I felt really lost. Nothing in my house looked familiar. I didn't know where anything was and it took several weeks for things to start looking normal again. And I was still seeing things that were not there out of my right side.
I tried to just resume normal life. Thank God for snow storms that happened at the first of the year and pushed back the start of school. Even when school started, I didn't feel ready to be a normal person again.
I got to see a neurologist and a neurosurgeon, and have more MRI's. I, apparently, have a mass in my brain, but it has gone down. Eventually the doctors said they thought it was just a virus, but that doesn't really reassure me that it's not going to happen again.
But I try not to worry about it. I was very worried about my grades right before I got sick so my husband thinks the worry had something to do with whatever happened.
So that's my story and now it's been 6 months. In another six months, I want to have my first novel ready for publishing. This deadline is extremely important to me, partly because of what happened last Christmas.