Saturday, January 31, 2009

Yesterday was a very difficult day, but it looks like things are working out. It all started when Tommy was at rehab and I was down the street grocery shopping. One of the therapists called me on my cell phone and said they thought Tommy might be having a stroke; he had complained of pain, seemed weak on his left side, and wasn't speaking. The next thing I knew I was following the ambulance up the ocean highway to Beebe hospital in Lewes, talking with my sister on my cell phone for moral support. But although the hospital has kept Tommy overnight, the doctors think he's okay. What a day, sitting with him in a little emergency-room cubicle for nine hours. Thank goodness it was pretty apparent to me within a short time of arriving there that, whatever had happened, he seemed basically okay--he was talking to me and was responding appropriately (although he did tell the neurologist that he's 53 and left-handed...). The results of the CAT scan and MRI that he was given during the afternoon showed no sign of new damage. This morning, he will be given another CAT scan and MRI, and if the results are the same he will come home later in the day.