It started at about 7 at night. She had been out most of the day, and felt no different than any other day. But as she was making herself dinner, she started to go blind. It started with a peripheral vision, but within a few minutes, she couldn't see out of one eye. We were watching the new Futurama CD, and she had to kind of scroll around the TV screen with her remaining vision.
I was really alarmed by this, but she pooh-poohed it. I said fucking around with losing sight is a very bad thing, and we should go to the hospital, but she wanted to wait it out. Then I got a distracting phone call from a friend who was visiting his mother in the hospital after a very close call with a serious bacterial infection in his mother's bloodstream. I was not aware she was even ill. But I did my best to be sympathetic, but I was watching takayla while she was on her laptop on the bed next to me. At one point, I started to see her left side droop a little, which is a symptom of her Bell's Palsy, a childhood ailment of hers. Maybe droop is the wrong word, I would say "stop moving" would be a better description. She seemed to be frozen in place as she was on her laptop, like someone hit her with a stun gun. Then she came back. I wondered if I had imagined it. But I got this... sixth sense... that something was wrong. She called the doctor, and got the answering service.
When I got off the phone, she said that she was having numbness spreading down her arm. Then it spread to her face. She also expressed difficulty in speaking, like she could think words but not say them right. The doctor's answering service called back and said to go to the hospital.
At this point, I went from "we should go to the hospital" to "I am going to call an ambulance." She talked me down to having someone drive her there, which started this circus of finding a ride. We tried to call Anya and Brian, but they were out doing something with the Korean relatives from out of town, and unreachable. Then I tried to call stodgycat, but he and his family were out of town. Luckily, our long-time friend Gay was available, and she said she'd drive us to the Fair Oaks hospital. Before she got to our house, all the weird symptoms faded away, but I was convinced she was having a classic stroke. She just didn't look good, either. She felt very tired, like she had been drugged, and was thirsty all the time.
So we went to the hospital, and everyone there was very nice (which, as you know how I bitch about customer service these days, was a welcome refreshment). They did blood work and a CAT scan, and determined it was not a stroke because while the symptoms seemed like it, there were some classic signs they look for that said it definitely was not a stroke. First, the blood work came out clean. Next, the CAT scan showed nothing wrong with any blood vessels in the brain. Plus the symptoms were not consistent, and affected both sides of her body, moving around, which seems more like a pinched nerve or something else wrong neurologically. They briefly touched upon epilepsy, but said it was too early to make such a serious diagnosis (along with all the complications involved in declaring someone epileptic). They sent her home a few hours after we got there.
So she's being referred to a neurologist, and that's all we know for now.
She couldn't sleep because I snored, so I am in my den, hoping maybe to sleep during the day or something.