Maths has never been my thing. I'm busy building an empire at the moment and it's going mental. I'm a baby sleep and toddler guru. This blog allows me to vent, my other blog is all about baby and toddler stuff. I think it's good keeping my 2 worlds separate.
If my clients knew I'd had a brain haemorrhage or any of this other stuff I don't think I'd be as busy or successful. Isn't it interesting that once we share our Lupus stuff people change their perception of you. That's what happened with the ex-husband.
http://loopylena.blogspot.com.au/2014/04/what-every-girl-needs-knight-in-shining.html
Have any of you had that experience??? I'm sure that you have. It's hard enough dealing with our own shit without other peoples emotions.
Here is the final instalment of the brain haemorrhage blog I wrote last! It deserves to be completed.
http://loopylena.blogspot.com.au/2014/06/blowing-gasket-aka-brain-haemorrhage.html
I'd had a MASSIVE subdural haemorrhage. They thought it was caused by me being on Plavix and my anti phospholipid syndrome. Ironically I'd gone onto Plavix at the advice of the allergy clinic as the aspirin was 'rotting' my stomach. I had gastritis and reflux off the Richter scale despite the meds. My intolerances/allergies were all identified and I was feeling much better avoiding lactose, tropical fruit, raw tomatoes. I have latex allergy so the foods all fitted with that issue.
I spent 5 days in hospital on oral Dexamethasone (a steroid) to shrink the blood clot. My neuro-obs were not good. I didn't even know who the prime minister was! I replied....Barack Obama....a few minutes later...Kevin Rudd...a few minutes later...no, Julia Gillard, she deposed Kevin. I knew I was in deep trouble. I had lost my mind! ps these are Australian prime ministers and politics. I live in OZ.
The weekend loomed large and what to do? I got a stay of reprieve. A weekend at home.
I could feel the pressure on my brain. It was awful. My eyes could feel pressure building up. I stayed at home and by Sunday had finally driven myself insane.
I had cabin fever. But where to go? What happened if I had a fit??? I decided the safest place was the cinema. It was a packed house as I went to see Woody Allen's 'Midnight in Paris'. My only fear was not a fit but the fact I went to see it at the cinema near the wrong hospital. If I collapsed Id be sent to the nearest one, Prince of Wales in Randwick. My medical notes were at RPA in Camperdown.
The film was great and luckily no fit. Relief. Pure relief :-)
It was back to see the neurosurgeon on Tuesday after yet another CT scan, my 4th I believe. i'm such a crazy crunchy granola chick at times. Slightly new age kooky with a liking for crystals and New Age thinking. Got the picture?! I decided that I could think the brain haemorrhage away. Positive thought and visualisation would do it! Yes I kid you not. Yes I know I am totally mad/eccentric and whatever else you'd like to call me.
Bad news came knocking...the blood clot had actually got bigger. Once clots are treated with steroids, as they liquify to help re-absorption they enlarge!!! Oh holy moly. I paled, visibly.
It was no way out time.
It was brain surgery time do or die time.
Not my finest hour. I knew that I may get my head shaved, lose my Leo lion mane. Did I mention before that I'm vain?! Hell yeah.
I searched the internet for scarves. I couldn't do floral or non descript. It was Alexander McQueen and the skull pattern or nothing. Now I couldn't afford full price so onto ebay I searched and found 2 lovely ones at a bargain basement price, all of $25 each. Bargain and stylish.
I felt as ready as I was ever going to be...
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