It’s early morning in Seattle on Monday, and Sara is here. Matt coming mid-morning. Thank heaven they can keep up with work, sort of, from the hospital. I’m on the rotation for brain biopsy later this afternoon. Yesterday was complicated. Someone had reinstated my 81mg aspirin, which would have created problems if I’d needed a transfusion during the procedure. Under ordinary circumstances I could have been given proactive platelets, but that brought my longtime IgA deficiency into play. This is already more than you want to know — suffice to say I had to wait 12 hours without aspirin to clear the potential transfusion safety issue. Now we are there.
That said, this is a Level One Trauma center. When I first has my episode, the ambulance people assumed a stroke and quite properly brought me here. Now, the assumption is different and my symptoms are brought under control with meds — rather ponderous ones, I might add. That means I’m not a Level One Trauma patient and can bumped by an emergency that comes in by helicopter, usually. If that happens today, I’ll be moved to the affiliated UW hospital and treated there. In some cities, the trauma hospital and the rest of the services are in one building, like Strong in Rochester NY. Here, they are two.
I’m getting a ton of support and concern from all of you, which is just a great feeling and I’m very touched. Many of you have asked when you can call or visit. Honestly, I can’t do that. My writing is better — in the first days, I was dictating to the kids. Now, I can write my own updates. But it’s laborious. I keep hitting wrong letters, or double typing words and have to go back. It’s more like typing/retyping and is exhausting. Also, at random times my ability to speak clearly wigs out, usually for under a minute then comes back. But I don”t want to scare you to death. I’m a little used to it. It’s amazing what you can get used to. Given at that, I’m conserving my energy for immediate family.
I’m curious and taking note about what is unaffected: my online Jigzone Puzzles, which Tia Phyllis put me on to, and Mrs. Maisel, which I’m watching on Netflix on my phone.
Not how I planned my gorgeous Seattle summer.
I like a lot that many of you are looking at the sky with me, which is what we can share, and telling me what you see. There’s always a way to stay connected.