While talking to a colleague on phone yesterday, he noticed that my voice was slurring and was unable to pronounce words clearly.
He asked me, “what happened Sir?”
Despite my best efforts I couldn’t respond to him with clearly articulated words.
He panicked, “are you alright Sir?” The left side of my face was numb and I noticed I couldn’t answer his question in clearly articulated words.
STROKE!
My instant diagnose got me preparing for what was to follow.
All I remember is, he said, “please stay on phone sir.”
Keeping me engaged on phone, he called my office from another phone, informing my associate that something wasn’t right with me. By that time I noticed I couldn’t keep standing as my right side was paralyzed and I dropped on my bed. Within minutes my associate entered the room. Finding that my mouth was struggling hard to construct words that made any sense, he was hysteric.
If a doctor can diagnose his patient’s maladies, he knows it even better if it starts happening to him. I knew I was dealing with a stroke. I needed immediate attention.
In a barely intelligible language that my paralyzed tongue could manage, I asked my associate to get some aspirin and call my closest doctor colleague and friend who was well connected with our medical fraternity. In minutes he had the city’s top most neurologist waiting for me with a bed reserved for me in his ICU.
While I was being redied to head to the hospital, I realized my situation was improving as my words started making sense. I called my doc friend and told him that I seem to have recovered from the impending stroke.
He said, “you must still go to the hospital anyway for investigations as the doctor is waiting for you."
I couldn’t say “no" to him.
I got into the car. As expected, on arrival they straightaway admitted me into the ICU with the beeping monitors and some very sick souls all around me. As much as I believed this place wasn’t for me, I had to heed to the hospital’s protocol and let them deal with my body in a manner they deemed fit. Part of that exercise was going through the MRI scan of my brain.
The brain scan report came and the verdict was out. My brain had 3 infarcts (small localized areas of dead tissue resulting from failure of blood supply) and TAI (transient ischemic attack).
Surviving a Stroke: 3 Infarcts & a TIA, I am still blogging Prosperism
With multiple infarcts I was still alive and kicking.
Life is a bubble. No one knows when it will burst. All I knew, my life was just spared from a bust. May be because I still had a mission to finish. May be Prosperism still needed me. So here I am blogging until my life takes its natural course.
Cheers :)
