A small curve ball!

Ok so recently I had one of those curb balls that life throws at you some times – every things going along well when all of a sudden things change!

We all have them from time to to time and they come in all shapes and sizes.

Mine came in the shape of a suspected Minor Stroke (TIA).

Now this sounds kinda scary but it wasn’t really (at least not for me!), its not until you take time to reflect on what could of been that you realise how scary it really was.

This is how it unfolded,  a couple of weekends ago as we were getting ready to go out for my running club annual dinner, I lost sight out of my right eye.  I was sitting in the kitchen chatting to Simon and my dad when it suddenly felt as if I’d been staring at something bright which had left an imprint on my eye – you know how that feels?  I looked around and realised I couldn’t see any thing bright.  After a couple of minutes the “funny” vision in my right eye only got worse, so I did what all techies do, I went to my computer and starting typing into Google.  The only problem was that as I typed and the text went from the left of the screen to the right it basically vanished – I described it as if the letters were falling into a pool of quick silver.  When I moved my head to right, my left eye was able to read all the letters.

It was really strange and was starting to make me feel nausea – as you often do when your vision goes a bit funny.  So I went back into the kitchen and told Simon and Dad what was going on, after repeating it a couple of times they finally understood that something was not right.  They both buzzed around me for a bit looking in my eyes and being concerned, however after about 15 minutes my eye sight had returned.  Much to Simon and dads disapproval I still insisted on going to the dinner and told them I was planning to race in the Cataract Challenge the next day!

20 minutes later Simon is driving us to the dinner and asking me all sorts of questions about who will be at the dinner – secretly I was feeling a little strange – anyway I couldn’t remember anyones names.  I can clearly see peoples faces in my mind BUT could not for the life of me remember their names.  Then Simon mentioned a couple of names for the people I had described but even when he gave me the right names I could not make the associations – you know when someone reminds you of a name you’ve forgotten, you get an “a ha” moment?  Well I didn’t get any “A ha” moments, and I felt really weird!  You know, just not myself – my head felt quite foggy.  Again Simon tried to get me to detour via the Emergency department – I didn’t see how funny vision and a little forgetfulness warranted a trip to emergence!  Off we went to the dinner.

For the first hour of the dinner I was in a bit of a fog – peoples names were a massive struggle to pull out of my head.  However I managed to keep it together and even gave a small speech when I picked up trophy for winning a race at the beginning of the year. The rest of the evening was uneventful and even fun.

On the way home Simon and I discussed whether I should run in the Cataract Challenge the next day (also Simons birthday). As neither of us would give in we decided that we’d ring the after hours GP line and they could decide whether I had experienced something “serious” or just a blip. So I rang the GP phone line around 11.45pm, explained my symptoms to the nurse (little did I know that I’d repeat the story many times before I got to sleep!).  The nurse said it sounded like I’d had a minor stroke or TIA …. oh dear ….  She told me that she’d  have a doctor ring me back within 30 minutes – when the doctor rang back I repeated the story and he said, you need to go to hospital now this is very important … oh dear …

At 12.30am on Simon’s birthday we drove back into town and did the emergency thing for 3.5 hours – eventually being sent home after repeating the symptoms numerous times and having various observations taken.  They organised a CT Scan and ultra sound of my neck for later in the week..  We got back to bed around 4am and now I was just too tired to run in the race – although the discharging doctor had said I could!

Where are we now with all the hoopla?  My GP says we have to assume it was a minor stroke until we prove otherwise, so I’m having a number of other tests to make sure my brain is working – one of them is an MRI, but I have to wait for a Neurologist to order that (might be a while).  The other possibility is a migraine, however as I’m 44 my GP thinks I would have demonstrated other migraine symptoms before now, if that is what it is.  There is also a possibility we could never find out what went wrong and I could continue as normal, however thanks to Doctor Google we are very well informed as to all the “possibilities”.

Upon reflection this whole episode has been hardest on Simon – he has been very concerned, watching my every move.  When you research stroke you find out that 20% of people who have a TIA will have another stroke (minor or major) within one week of the first.  A minor stroke is considered a warning, hence Simon’s concern, even loosing sleep over it!  The first week is over.

For me its a strange sort of place to be – I feel like I’m in limbo until we get some kind of answer – physically I’m pretty fit and healthy (actually I’m fitter/healthier than most people), but my brain may not be as happy.  This whole thing is like a silent attacker just waiting in the shadows or maybe its nothing and we are just “jumping at shadows”.  It would just be nice to know.

Of course there is the whole mortality issue that a thing like this makes you face!  Its seriously not something I have spent much time thinking about in regards to myself – you see I’m going to live till I’m 100 at least, so this little blip doesn’t fit into my world view!  Plus, two weeks before this episode I ran my fastest marathon time ever – by a whole 14 minutes (3.36)!  So you can see why this all just feels a bit surreal.

Believe it or not, I am quite a shy person underneath – I can hear all my friends laughing   Yes I talk a lot but I generally only share the stuff thats working and stuff thats not super personal!  I’ve decided to change that a bit and write about all sorts of things including the things I don’t usually talk about – why?  Two reasons: if I share some of my stories, I may be able to help others with similar challenges and also just for me – a little self counselling if you like.

The fall out of this curve ball is that Simon and I are even more determined to follow our dreams, smell the roses and create a life worth writing about!

I’d love to hear from you, so please leave a comment or share this post if you think it might help others!

Talk real soon

This is our place for two nights! Lovely spot at Hawley beach..

Our daughter rang when we got here to say she’d had her 1st car accident and written off the car! Tears where flowing as shock set in..

We left the 3 younger kids with their aunty & younger kids and traveled back to Launceston to meet Nicola in the hospital – another hour in the car..

We picked up nik went to the car yard to check out the car and took Nikki to her grandmothers and finally headed back here to ‘really’ start our 2 day break!

Today started with news that a friend had lost her husband yesterday, just 4 months after she lost her son (we have been thinking about Lisa and her kids all day!). Then Nikki’s accident and all the driving, well we really just need some peace..

This place looks super peaceful! Fingers crossed we have no more unexpected and unwanted events/news for a couple of days!

After a few hours ‘starting’ to clean out the spare room, it’s time to sit, have a glass of wine and ‘love where we live’

I hope you love where you live AND take time to appreciate it?
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I still haven’t recovered from 2 days of gingerbread house constructing, however all the hard work has been worth it!

The kids have not stopped smiling, even the ones who’s roofs caved in are smiling – mind you even a generous sprinkle of icing sugar didn’t hide what appeared to be the result of a major earthquake!

It certainly feels like Christmas around here with lots of gingerbread and lollies! The run to Christmas has started in the frost household and I don’t think anything could stop it now

So here goes: instead of running away from a crap marriage all those years ago, I’d say I was running to a much better one!, instead of saying I was running away from my 99 kilos of baby fat, I’d say I was running into the new healthier me, instead of saying I was running away from things that make me unhappy, I would say I run because it makes me happy…

Now isn’t that a better way to look at life?