Now officially....old.
Jack's adventures started Saturday the 15th, when I was happily sewing in the mountains. Yasmin noticed he was off. I got back Sunday about 4 and noticed he was not talkative, but otherwise normal. Not talking, for Jack, is normal. He did drive a little slower than usual. Monday he cooked 1 inch steaks the same amount of time he cooked 1.5 inch steaks.
Tuesday morning he forgot what he was doing a couple of times. They started noticing things at work. Wednesday at work it was enough for them to force him to the emergency room, telling him that it was probably a UTI and a pill would fix it. He called me at 1:30 and said he was about to be admitted to the hospital overnight for observation
Well, that upended the days plans.
He got all sorts of tests: x rays, MRI, CT scan, blood tests, urine tests...and the results are (drum roll please) he had a microstroke, probably because a bit of cholsterol broke off and went into his brain. The prefix "micro" doesn't sound very serious, but the doctors are worried that he would have a more serious stroke, hence the stay in the hospital for a minimum of 48 hours. (It was actually 46, unless you count the 5 hours in ER.)
During which I made him play cribbage. All in the name of physical therapy: small muscle control, hand eye coordination, cognitive ability, etc. (He won 2 and I won 4. That is a little higher win rate for him than normal. He's fine.)
Now we go back to normal life albeit with blood pressure medication, cholesterol medication, and a different diet. (I finally get to use the word "albeit!")
We have joined the ranks of those who know they need to worry about their diet.
posted by Marion @ 10:43 PM
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