Home from Hospital......

Talk about your Sunday mornin' comin' down........Rusty got me up round about five in the AM to let him outside.....I got on the 'puter 'n checked FB 'n AOL 'n played some Solitaire....went back to bed around six...it was a quiet morning 'n I slept in until about 09:30 or thereabouts.....after waking, I lay there for a few minutes just enjoying the warmth, then I stretched a bit, sat up 'n put on my slippers 'n stood up......felt dizzy 'n topheavy 'n damn near fell down....grabbed the walls for support, switched to a dresser 'n the bed, grabbed a cane that I had hanging from the bookcase 'n hobbled into the kitchen where I sat down 'n checked my blood pressure, then my blood sugar....both in the normal range...Millyrose wanted to know if I wanted to go to the ER but I said 'No!".....Then I felt my head....funny.....really funny.....told Millyrose, "Maybe we'd better go to the ER after all!"
Seems I'd had a small stroke.....not a TIA which would've been bad enuff but a small stroke.....So at ten:thirty in the morning, we're at the ER.....'n at twelve:thirty, two;thirty, four:thirty 'n five:thirty....'round about six or so, round 'n round the hallways we go finally ending up in the Emergency Room.......so I'm taped up 'n shot up 'n maybe even felt up, I ain't sure 'cause I got on those half-naked hospital gowns 'n I've already popped enuf pills to have lost track of 'em.....I'm hooked up to a heart monitor 'n they don't want me to have real coffe so I pass on the faux stuff.....I making a joking complaint to one of the nurses that comes thru to read my biography on the computer 'n she says that ain't right 'n runs off to get me a cup of 'real' coffee.....I'm not gonna bore you with the details of the next couple days (and nites) except for my sad tale of the run-in with the MRI.....'n I'll shorten it...I joked with the operator that if it was brother John, he'd have drawn the line when they first placed the Hannibal Lecter mask on me but I'm much cooler than John......then, the taped me up 'n hooked me up and slid me back into the MRI....."Close your eyes" he said. "It's much easier.".....So I closed my eyes......for about five minutes, then I opened them 'n momemts later began to scream for release.....told them I would never under any circumstance get in one of those things again.......the next morning, after a drug induced sleep 'n enuff Ativan to knock out a horse, I tried it again.....unfortunately, I wasn't a horse 'n the Ativan didn't knock me out so I got part way thru again before they gave up and hauled me out.....I'm told that, "Well, we didn't get all we wanted but maybe we got enough." At any rate, I'm now recovering at home......'n just so no one will really worry about me, it really was a small stroke 'n doesn't seem to have affected me much at all......Better daze.......J.O.S.