Dear Me

Jenny from today, while doing her reports and seeing a 429% – “That can’t be right! Jenny from last week was on drugs!”

Jenny from last week, while doing her reports and calculating a 429% – “Jenny from next week won’t believe this shit. I better make sure that bitch knows I ain’t on drugs!”

Jenny from this week, “Oh, there’s a note here!” *click*

Nailed it!

The Day After

This one is harder to write. So hard, in fact, that I put it off and put it off and when I finally wrote something it was like a clinical report of what Nick went through. I then actively avoided it because I realized how difficult it was going to be … but now I’m here. I will pick at the scab and open the wound and remember what it felt like. Because it was worse for him.

When something goes wrong and you end up in the emergency room you have hope that the doctors will figure it out. That’s their job. They make it better.

With Nick, that was not the case. He got worse and it was terrifying and heartbreaking.

When we got to the hospital he was still able to talk, albeit with a slur to his speech. He could tell us what was happening with him. We could reassure each other.

My dad and I reluctantly left Nick on December 27th in the SIMCU. SIMCU is one step down from the ICU.  Everyone kept telling us that, which was nice.  We didn’t want any of that ICU nonsense.

By the end of the day on December 28th, Nick had been moved to the ICU.

He was losing muscle control and he couldn’t swallow properly. He wasn’t even able to keep his eyes open.  He was deteriorating as we watched and there was nothing we could do.

I clung, as I always do, to my sense of humour.  When Nurse Dagmar gave Nick his last sip of water and he choked that meant it was time for a feeding tube.  They couldn’t risk getting anything in his lungs.

I was not there when they put the feeding tube in but I was able to document the event:

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The 6 Faces of Feeding Tube Nick

Nick’s vision was starting to get very blurred by this point so I’m not sure he ever fully appreciated the awesomeness of that picture.

We had to keep laughing. The moment we stopped laughing we would be finished. As long as we’re laughing, we’re fighting!

During all this, Nick was sent for multiple MRIs and CT Scans. He was losing more control of his limbs, his speech, his vision. His breathing was becoming more laboured.

When he came to the hospital he appeared to be having a stroke and was treated for a stroke in the Emergency Room.  Now he was not presenting as a typical stroke patient. Nothing about Nick is “typical” though, so we weren’t really surprised. We just wanted answers.

Years ago my father had Guillane-Barre syndrome and this appeared to be very much like what he went through.  Losing control of limbs, inability to swallow. We clung to that as the cause of Nick’s problems because my dad is up and walking and talking with very few side effects of his ordeal.

Still, no one could confirm. More tests were done. So many tests.

All we could do was sit and wait and be there for Nick. He had lost the ability to talk by this point so he had to communicate through blinking.  It’s hard when you’re in a totally foreign situation to try to decipher what someone wants when all they can do it blink. It’s hard not to break down.  I had one rule: While you’re in the room with Nick, keep it together!  I was pretty good at sticking to that rule.  There were many nights when I kept it together right up until I left him for the night and then I would cry all the way to the car and all the way home.

I have struggled with depression for many years but this was different.  This was despair.  Being helpless while someone you love goes through something so awful is panic inducing.  There’s sadness and anger and grief and all you can do is try to endure.

 

Hugs and reassurance were all I could give him.

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Sitting and waiting and worrying

 

Nick has had asthma his whole life and he’s never been a champ at breathing. The stroke had taken a toll on his lungs so the doctors decided he needed a breathing tube before things got worse and he got into serious respiratory trouble. I wasn’t there when he was told, but my parents were and they both burst into tears.  That was on December 30th.

I showed Nick this picture and he has very little memory of this time. Thank God for small miracles. He was quite drugged up when they put the tube in and they kept him drugged until they were able to replace it with a tube that was inserted into his neck, rather than down his throat.  Thank God for good drugs!

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That brown fur is Chewbacca. He stood guard.

Also, please notice the arm restraints. It is my opinion that putting arm restraints on a newly paralyzed person is a dick move.

We made it to December 30th but things only got worse for Nick. We had no definitive diagnosis, only questions and fears.

One of the hardest parts for me was that I didn’t have my Nicky to talk to. I already missed him like crazy.

I still have a hard time dealing with the anger and the grief.  Sometimes it’s actually a physical feeling. Like there’s someone screaming in my head who is trapped and impotent in the face of all this pain. I want so badly to go back to December 27th and undo all this.  To get my Nick back.  But I can’t.

December 27, 2016 – What. The. SHIT!?

It was supposed to be the start of the good part of my Christmas holiday.  For someone with mental illness, the holidays tend to be more stressful than enjoyable.  But, I had made it through all the gatherings and I had 6 days until I had to go back to work. Awesome right?

Not so much.

Around 9:30 a.m. I was standing in the kitchen when I heard my brother call my name. His voice sounded weird so of course, I made fun of him. Then I walked around the corner and saw him and all thoughts of laughter fled my mind.

Nick was halfway down the hall leaning against the wall. Not right. He told me he didn’t feel good. He sounded drunk. Extremely not right.

I grabbed him and helped him to the couch and then, for some reason, put on my cheerleader’s voice and told Eric to call an ambulance.

“Okay, we’re gonna go sit down on the couch! Eric, please call an ambulance!” Calm soothing tones?  Slightly hysterical?  It’s hard to remember.

The rest of the day was a nightmare. Certain parts are a blur. Other parts are seared into my brain forever.

Seared Memory: Nick walks down the steps from our porch, with the help of the Paramedics, and onto the gurney.  That’s the last time he walked.

When we got to the ER we were left to wait. We didn’t wait long thanks to Nurse Gloria. She had 4 spots left and she picked Nick for one of them. I truly think she saved his life.

I remember Nick telling me to text his girlfriend, Ines, to say he wouldn’t be able to make it to the movies that day but not to say why because he didn’t want to scare her. I am a terrible liar so I told her everything and she came straight away.  She is a beautiful person whose heart is bigger than her hair.

Nurse Gloria got us seen to and Nick started getting checked out. Doctors thought it was a stroke. But it was presenting weird. They gave him treatment for a stroke even though they weren’t 100% sure that’s what it was. Better safe than sorry.

At that point, I had to call my parents and tell them what was happening. My mom burst into tears. I kept it together on the phone. Nick said they didn’t need to come and I relayed that message. My dad came anyway. Of course! My mom just had her knee replaced otherwise she would have been there too. For sure!

As all this was happening, Nick was getting worse. He was losing the ability to move. His speech was getting worse. His vision was getting blurry.

Seared Memory: Nick starts crying and I hug him. “I’m having a stroke,” he whispers. I don’t know what to say to that, or how to make it okay. I just hug him.

Fuck!

Nick has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He has been the most constant source of love and friendship in my life. I don’t count cats here; their shorter lifespans give them a disadvantage over amazing brothers.

Whatever has gone wrong, whatever I’ve faced, I have relied on him. Whatever has gone right, whatever I’ve celebrated, I have done so with him.

For some reason, he’s always thought I could do anything and I’ve always tried to make him proud of me.

He has faced medical difficulties his entire life. Hospitalized for months at a time with asthma when he was a kid. Chest surgery. Ear surgeries. Allergic to the entire world. He’s been through so, so much.

Now this. This was bullshit. How was this even happening?!  What was it that was happening? Was it a stroke? Was it something else?

We ended that day in a place called SIMCU. “It’s one step down from ICU” they kept telling us and we took solace from that.

My brother, my best friend, started the day off normally; watching TV, eating some toast.

My brother, my rock, ended the day paralyzed and alone in the hospital without any definitive answers as to what was happening.

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My Nicky

We left the hospital that night scared and confused. Hopefully, the next day would be less scary and we would get some answers.

Fun at Work

Email I sent to my co-workers.

Subject line: Incident


Good afternoon,

I would like to report an accident.

I’m not sure of the correct procedure so I’m starting here.

It appears that this gentleman was carrying a knife when he slipped and fell and lost control of the blade and a bloodbath ensued.

I’m pretty sure he’s beyond helping but I felt it was my duty to report it.

At the very least we should dispose of the body and mop up the blood before someone else gets hurt.

Hugs!

sam

Lonely Luncher

I recently decided to stop eating lunch at my desk and start eating in the lunchroom with my fellow humans. 

I did it twice with positive results. Or so I thought. 

Word must have gotten out because now when I enter the lunchroom this is the sight that greets me. Oh, cruel world. 

Slip Sliding Away

This one has snuck up on me.

I always start thinking I’m overly tired or getting sick and then realize I’m sliding down that slope.

I’ve been feeling fat lately. Let’s be honest, I am overweight, but the magic of working out is that even if I haven’t lost weight I feel thinner and sexier and prettier. It’s like being on drugs!

Lately I’ve been slacking. We just moved so I was busy for a while packing up the old house and our new place is much, much smaller so my workout area is still full of boxes. There just never seemed to be time. And of course, I don’t make alternative plans, like going for a walk. I just give myself a pass and eat crap and sit on the couch.

Now, I feel like that crap I’ve been eating.

Yesterday I asked Eric if I felt ugly because I haven’t been working out and he said that maybe that was the case.

So, it’s time to stop slacking!

This weekend we will set up the workout area and, more importantly, I will use it, God dammit!

Side Note: 

Words keep being underlined in this post and I can’t figure out why. Usually when I type a word that I know isn’t a word I know it. You know? Today, I feel like I’m really, really tired and words that seem real aren’t. Maybe.

Side Note II: 

This – http://explore.org/live-cams/player/brown-bear-salmon-cam-brooks-falls

I’ve been watching this today. Some of these salmon don’t even seem to be trying. C’mon! How are you going to get up a waterfall by jumping straight up at the base. You need to take that shit at an angle dude!  Get up some speed and give ‘er!  Also, BEARS! 🙂