Truth #1: The manfriend would not want me to write an entire post about this.
Truth #2: This experience scared me so much, I had to share. It was one of those "holy s&%$, why is this happening?" moments.
Last night, we got back from Lifeforce Fit. The manfriend had mentioned having a tingling/numb feeling in his right arm after class. When we got home he said he was going to puke and laid on the bedroom floor. He didn't puke.
It wasn't until we sat down for dinner that things got a little scary. I asked him a question and he couldn't really give me an answer. He just said a few words. I thought he just didn't want to talk...you know, he was annoyed that the gf was asking all these questions when he just wanted to relax and eat dinner.
Then he said something else that made me turn off the tv. He asked "where do I work?" I was like "you're joking, right?" He wasn't joking. For the life of him, he couldn't remember his boss, the company he works for, the dog's name, several of our friends' names. It even took him a minute to think of my name.
This is where it got really scary and tears started streaming down my face. I immediately grabbed the computer to look up stroke symptoms and my phone to start calling friends in the medical field. And then I called my parents. I demanded the manfriend put on some shoes and a coat because we were going to the hospital. He didn't want to go and he didn't want me calling friends to ask questions.
As I drove to the hospital, it was kind of this surreal moment in my head where I'm thinking "this cannot be happening. why? what if he never remembers this stuff? please don't be anything serious. should I drive the speed limit or SPEED to get there faster?" Ugh, it was terrifying. All the while, he is trying to relay facts to me that he does remember and I was trying to hold back tears.
It's safe to say, this is the last scenerio I imagined for a usually calm Wednesday night. At 9 pm we were checking into the ER with a friend there for support (thanks, Jimbo!) and my parents were on their way.
As he tried to relay what had happened to the ER nurse, the manfriend had difficulty even making a sentence. And when he did, it sounded like complete gibberish. He was getting frustrated with himself and it was really hard to watch. Eventually, he was seen by a doc and had a cat scan, which came back negative. He was also seen by a neurologist and got a spinal tap.
A while later, we were moved into a more comfortable room where he could be all hooked up getting his pain meds, nausea medication, IV, etc. Docs are saying it could be just a terrible migraine, but they aren't ruling out other possibilities, which is why we're still at the hospital waiting for various test results.
This morning (although I have a hard time distinguishing last night from this morn bc they mushed into one), the manfriend was able to speak in complete sentences and had his memory back. Whew!
*The neurologist just came in to tell us that she looked at all the test results, which were normal and it was a severe migraine. Crazy! I'm so glad it wasn't anything serious though.
Moral of the story is: when you think something is wrong, act on it. Don't wait! If this had been a stroke or something else severe, waiting could have meant a different outcome. I'm so glad we took ourselves to the experts and got it figured out.
Okay, I need some sleep. This chica is running on 2 hrs of interrupted sleep. Oh and with every towel we use, IV bag drained and nurse who shows up to take his vitals, I just imagine stacks of money flying off into space. Can't wait to see the bill!