So until WGB told his dad and step mom, and that I got his ok, I haven't said anything publicly. But I could use some good thoughts, white light, prayers, and some support. Which is why I posted this good light photo of WGB.
Last Friday when my girlfriends and I were on our way home, WGB had a minor or mini stroke. What that means is he has half of his tongue that is numb and food tastes metallic, a spot on his thigh is numb, he keeps hitting the left side of his arm especially the elbow around corners, but to look at him he looks as normal as WGB can be! Giggle
On Monday he finally went in to see his doctor, who sent him to O'Connor Hospital ER. They did a Catscan, not sure why really since it won't show anything stroke wise…he didn't want me going down to the hospital…I let that go until he told me they put him on an IV I got in my car and went anyway! Just in time since they were releasing him! GRR But I felt better going anyway!
The tech and doctor said it wouldn't have made a difference if he went on Friday or on Monday…it was minor. We followed up with his doctor on Tues…and we have been waiting for Health Net to approve the MRI/MRA … well we have an appt finally on Tuesday Afternoon for the Neuro Doctor…and I guess we have to consult with him BEFORE we can get the MRI/MRA.
The annoying thing is the doctor did not place any restrictions on him…just put him on high blood pressure meds and an aspirin a day. And he is NOT letting me forget that! Anyone that knows WGB knows just how stubborn he is, and he found out Tues what it is like to battle the Carmelita when she puts her mind to it! Suffice it to say it was a draw and he did what I asked him to do. We never fight because we know it would be to the death…so we compromise a lot with each other… that is hard part of being one half of a very stubborn pair! And since I am not a shrinking violet this can be challenging for me to find the balance of him being safe and happy with his own decisions.
Let's put it this way, I scared him twice. Once when I told him I was going to get our friend Stephen Mello to marry us while he was in the ER, and the second time was when he said we could move to Montana and his stress would go down, and I said ok, lets pack! Then he knew just how worried and scared I was! Because I wouldn't do either without being under distress!
AND I laughed so hard when I talked to him while he was in the hospital, he said, "Hey, I got some one to take photos of me for you!" He SO knows how I document everything in photos! I laughed! He even took this cool one of his IV...So I couldn't be too mad at him!