Journal entry by Sara Riggsby —
After three angiograms, at least seven CAT scans, seven doppler exams, an MRI, an echocardiogram, and who know what else, we still don’t know for sure why I had a subarachnoid bleed. Their best guess is that I had a burst aneurysm that sealed itself off.
I’m recovering well. TIRR released me from PT after 4 or 5 sessions, and from OT after one when I passed the pre-driving assessment. In cognitive therapy, my evaluation showed that I have above average scores for the general population my age, except for in one area—story recounting! I had to laugh. I’m sure it’s an accurate score, though, because I was supposed tosay the story back word for word. When the speech therapist got to the long story about “Doug,” I just didn’t give a rat’s ass and lost focus. Anyway, I’m grateful to TIRR for their support. As I age, I need all the help I can get in the memory department.
The next time we see each other, I’ll have short, white hair. After twenty-five years of dying it, I’ve thrown away the bottle. Now I consider the white hair a badge of honor for living this long. On the shaved part of my head, the hair is about an inch and a half long, but it’s growing.
Thank you all so much for the prayers and good thoughts that have held me in their warm embrace. Your friendships and love have motivated me every step of the way. I’ll hold them close as I end my Caringbridge blog with this:
Three months since the brain bleed
what a wild ride
an uninvited psychedelic dream
with distorted voices,
tinny Christmas carols
and memories layered in gauze
appearing and disappearing
I’ll never know why the clock
in the hospital always said 8:10
They say I’m a walking miracle
I trudge through woods for miles
celebrate when I choose my own
fruit at HEB, pump gas, yank
clothes from the washer
but I have seen others at TIRR
who couldn’t dodge bullets
I have questions without answers,
wonder if I deserve to ring the victory bell
Eyes sting, tears spill
What I’ve learned:
I’m not a patient patient.
Trying to rest my brain
and stimulate it enough
to repair itself
is like dancing on hot coals
Leap year, for sure.
They didn’t lie when they said
Six months to a year for full recovery.
Out here, clock hands fly.
I’m not sure how best
to spend my flickering time.
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