A day in Kiev
It is Wednesday morning 7:11. The guys are praying upstairs without me and I don’t mind a bit. Interacting with others right now is something I don’t mind skipping or at least having in small doses.
Gav took me to Kiev yesterday. (Thanks, Gav.) Had an MRI done on my head, which indicated that I’d had a stroke. A Dr., who seemed to feel that looking people in the eyes was impolite, showed us on the MRI a part of my head which had a darkened patch on it which he said was either a blood clot or thickened blood.
We took the MRI to the doc who had seen me last Friday and walked in on a class of students. She used me for a live example. It was amusing. She confirmed the news, and then said that I’d need to 1. have complete rest for 7-10 days, 2. stay out of the sun and not do any strenuous physical work for the next three to six months, and 3. take medication. The only thing I heard was no work for three to six months. Yikes.
In an hour or so, I have a neighbour coming to give me two different drugs through a drip for 40 minutes. The drugs are meant to work healing on my damaged brain… if I understand it correctly.
I’m still talking slow and stumble over words. My coordination is not crash hot, either. It is assumed that if I take the medication, those things will improve again over time. How much time? Not sure. For some reason, I expect that it will be a few weeks. I’ll keep posting. Time is something I have right now.