Last edited by Karina1974; 04-24-2010 at 06:41 PM.
Music would have really helped at that point, believe me. I've been lucky in my life that, other than being treated for Hemolytic Disease at birth, I'm not someone who has required any hospital stays or "specialized" treatments for health issues. A sprained ankle, a broken foot in a cast, a "greenstick" fracture in the other foot, stitches for a cut on my hand, a lanced boil on my left ear... that's the kind of stuff I'd dealt with up to that point. Minor shit.Maybe I'm reading it wrong, but it seems your main complaint for your ordeal was that there was no music playing for your MRI? Considering the gravity of the situation it strikes me as, well, odd.
On that one day I go in for my first ever MRI, at 9:30 AM. I end up taking my first ambulance ride in my life (they didn't want me to drive myself to the hospital), found myself in a bed in the ER hooked up to (I think) an EKG machine (I had those little square stickers on my chest with wires going up to that little TV screen) and some kind of IV in my arm. I was stuck in that bed the entire day, and they thought they were going to have to keep me there overnight because there was some question about the availability of the room to do the MRA.
Yeah, by the time I hit that tube for the 2nd time in less than 9 hours (it took place around 5:00 PM or so), I was starting to bug out. All I wanted to do was to go home at that point. They didn't discharge me until around 6:30 PM. My parents had been there, and they drove me back up to pick up my car.
What *I* think is strange is that the word "stroke" was never mentioned to me. Not by the MD's or by the neurologist who examined me. Not even at the follow-up exam I had with the neurologist at his office about a month and a half later. I never even knew that is what I had until about a year later, when I was reading an article in, IIRC, Good Housekeeping, or Women's World, one of those women's magazines, about women who had survived strokes, and one of them had a hemorrhagic stroke, like me. I'm reading her story, as well as the others' and asking myself why the hell does this sound familiar? And reading that some of these women were still struggling with the after-effects of their own strokes... that's when it started to hit home with me. What happened, what could have happened. At that time, sometime during the summer of 2006 (the stroke had occured on August 4, 2005 but everything I've written about occured on the 18th), I was fully "back in the saddle" with no after-effects by that point.Death, brain death, paralysis, brain damage are all real risks. I'm glad you're okay, but that seemed strange to me to read that.
Last edited by Karina1974; 04-24-2010 at 06:43 PM.
Whoops... triple post. I think I need to go out and get some fresh air.
Karina...First off, I'm really glad you're okay w/no after effects. Someone was w/out a doubt looking over you that day. Second...I'm someone who's had far too many medical things, so kind of "used to" having tests and invasive stuff done to me. However when I had my one and only MRI a few years ago to take a look at my left knee to figure out what was going on and if I'd need surgery, I would have loved music piped in or whatever to make things easier.
I'm not claustropbic or have a problem w/being in small places at all, but I found I was having what I call "Panic Breathing" and gasping for breath and no idea why!! It would have been great if something was there to distract me or help me relax a bit more. I mean...I wasn't even nervous about the thing, so couldn't figure out what on earth was going on.
Can't even begin to imagine how I would have felt if I was in Karina's shoes and having to go through all of that for the first time for such an Emergency situation. I think anyone would have been freaking out by then IMO. Especially when there was music piped in at the first one and, in turn, you think that's how it is everywhere you have an MRI done.
And I've been there and done that when it comes to Colonoscopies. Had a great staff who was understanding and compassionate when I had my first one in Toronto and who listened to me about a few things. So naturally thought that's how they all went. Was I in for a nasty shock.
My next three were at home in Sudbury and was so traumatic thanks to the Staff that never again!!! Never will I go through another one at home, but thanks to the way I was "treated" by that group of so called Medical Professionals, that just even talking about having one w/my Family Dr starts the shakes.
When you're only hearing "I wish music had been piped in like it was at the MRI I had in the morning, as it would have really helped..." or something simliar regarding the same test in different places, there's usually more to that statement than someone simply "whining". What appears/sounds to someone else as something really trivial considering what's going on to need the test, that same "trivial" thing can make a huge difference to the person undergoing the test/proceedure.
I'm really happy that you're okay Karina. (((HUGS)))
I hope that TMZ's right about this one. Bret's always come across as a nice guy outside of his persona for the band/whatever he's doing reality show wise. Really, really hope Bret's come through the worst of it.
Wow, that's all big stuff, Bret Michaels and Karina.
Colonoscopy... that's a procedure that doesn't sound too pleasant, from what I've read about it. There was a thread on that subject here not too long ago. I've never had tests like that done to me.
I hope Bret's OK too. Like I said, every time I hear about someone who's had this condition, or who's passed on due to aneurysm (that happened to one of my favorite singer/songwriters a few years back ), my sympathy goes out to them.
I hope that Bret's okay. I can't say that I'm a big fan of Rock of Love, but I read an article about him and his family. He sounded like a completely devoted dad, and his two young girls are adorable. I really, really hope that he is able to pull through this for them.
Last edited by IceKween; 04-25-2010 at 02:05 PM.
My dad had a ruptured aneurysm when he was 36 years old, and although it was touch and go for quite some time, he came through the surgery with flying colours. The specialist who did the surgery told him that his fantastic attitude was a huge factor in his recovery, and asked him to counsel a few other patients who were in hospital at the time with the same condition. He did end up with a very minor personality change, but other than that, no issues.
I have a soft spot for Bret Michaels for some reason. He comes across as really caring and intelligent despite the rock star persona. I hope he makes a quick, full recovery! I hope he wins Celebrity Apprentice too!
Voidy Swan, Dirty Carmen, Perverted Moonlight Sonata. God I love figure skating!
Isn't the finale of Celebrity Apprentice done live? Even assuming Bret Michaels made it that far, what are the odds he could even participate?
It's being reported that he's still in critical condition, and having tests to determine what caused the episode/stroke:
This news doesn't reassure me.
I hope that he makes the best possible recovery.
Donald Trump just made a statement (I guess that he's in the loop because of the Apprentice?) that said that his condition is looking pretty bad.
I know there is a chance this could be true, but Trump has a history of being a little dramatic to get his name in the news.He's in "big, big trouble, and the prognosis is not great," Donald Trump told TMZ.com Monday.
I really hope that is the case this time.
Voidy Swan, Dirty Carmen, Perverted Moonlight Sonata. God I love figure skating!
My cousin died of the same thing 3 years ago. She also was a lifelong diabetic.
Her husband told us her headache came on suddenly and she was screaming, it hurt so bad. She went into a coma on the way to the hospital and never woke up.
She died 3 days later. The doctor said this was common in diabetics.
The situation with Bret Michaels bums me out. Sure he was a total horndog on Rock of Love (still one of the most trainwrecks of reality TV), but he's basically a good guy and a hard worker, and he adores his kids.
I also have a soft spot as he and Bobby Dahl lived in the same apartment complex I lived in in 1988, and Susie Hatton and I (who was living with him there at the time) used to hit Sunset together every night.