Saturday, July 2, 2016

1 day, 2 days, 30 days

Yesterday Simon and Christy commented that they hadn't seen any blog posts lately, how come?  I chose to take that as a compliment, -- at any rate, I was as the Brits say in hospital.  (I'm trying to think of an illustration to liven things up at this point but nothing appropriate comes to mind.)
I suspected it was just a TIA (sort of a mini-stroke that soon vanishes) but called 911 just in case and the hospital kept me over ("increased risk of stroke for the first 24 hours") and ran a lot of tests.  All came out normal but the MRI was worse than childbirth -- or maybe I've just forgotten.  Meanwhile Anna searched the Internet and found "increased risk of stroke for two days " after a TIA while Avi's research turned up the disheartening report that the British take away your driver's license for 30 days.  But hey -- the British voted to leave the EU, if it comes to that.
So anyhow I'm fine.  Some time ago Anna sent me this link to a delightful article from the NYTimes.
 It strikes me as entirely accurate, particularly the last sentence. But wotthehell, Mehitabel had it right -- Cheerio my Deario.


  1. Thanks for the update, Edith. I'm glad your medical team didn't take the TIA lightly, and even gladder that you seem to be OK. (And I hear you about the MRI in particular. I've had three so far for various body parts and enjoyed none of them.)

  2. Edith, very glad you're ok. Definitely better safe than sorry in these cases. (I've never had an MRI but someone described it as "like being in a noisy coffin." ). Glad you're back online.

  3. MRIs are awful.

  4. Please do keep on truckin' Edith! and writing too. love