Not quite the date I had imagined.
While we had planned for a quiet night at home with a visit from some friends - it turned out a bit different.
When I got home from work, Stefan said he was tired and felt 'pressure' in his head. I knew enough at this point that my husband is a tank - and if something doesn't quite feel right - I better pay attention. He had also finished his anti-swelling medication on Monday. So - I said I was taking him to Royal Columbian (he didn't want to go - but I didn't give him a choice). Royal Columbia staff had told me last time we were there that if there are any issues to go back to RCH. It was 5:30pm - doctors office was closed - and I didn't want to wait till Saturday. I had read too much on seizures post operation to take the chance.
So - we got Charlotte ready and dropped her off at my Mom's and settled into the Royal Columbia ER room. We were prepared for a long wait - but it wasn't too bad all in all. We got there just before 7pm and were out by 10:30. They did a cat scan and compared it to the one taken after surgery - there were no significant differences - and Stefan did NOT have blurry vision, problem speaking, etc. We got a nice look at the cat scan - and the huge 'hole' in Stefan's brain where the tumour was. Made the obvious joke of "wow honey - obviously you didn't use that much of your brain!" - the doctor had a good laugh! I'm not a radiologist - but was reassuring NOT to see a large white mass like we saw in the original MRI. To me, it looked like only a small amount of the tumour remained - I can go into that Wednesday appointment more hopeful. We were good to go and told to come back in if any other symptoms did appear. Whew - perhaps a waste of time - but we could both sleep better that night! So worth it!
Stefan and I hadn't eaten at this point. So we grabbed a late sushi meal before going to pick up our doodlebug from my mom's. Perhaps not the best way to get a date night - but we'll take it for what it was!
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When my wife was recovering from her brain surgery, she felt funny too.
They rushed her down to take a CAT scan (she was still in Hospital).
Her doctor asked what it felt like and she said said it was sort of like the air bubble in a carpenter's level shaking around.
The doc laughed and said that she was pretty correct. There was some air in her head left over from the surgery . . . and it would slowly be dissolved away.
Her response . . .
"Great, first you discovered that this blonde had a brain . . . and NOW you're saying I'm an AIRHEAD?"
So I guess that brain surgery patients can still have a sense of humor.
-- Jeff
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