Let's just say that the weekend didn't go anything like it was planned. It seems that this:
Will lead to this...
See them sexy shaved patches on my chest, and my legs, well that's where they attached the leads for the EKG and eventually the heart monitor. Dumbass Pirate... Seems that the Captain had what's called a "TIA" Friday evening when he was supposed to be out having fun. For the official definition check this out
, for the simple answer say "mini-stroke" or brain attack. Yup, that's right, the pirate can't have a good time without something going wrong.
If you recall, when I left you Friday I was going out with the boys Friday night, we we're gonna go see boobies... Well... that never happened. Met up with the boys at T's house about 7pm, we smoked a bowl of some fine herb and decided that we'd hit a bar and shoot some pool before we went to see some fine adult entertainment. After a quick stop at the liquor store where the youngin's got bottles and I got a soda we headed to a little dive to play some pool and get our buzz on.
We grabbed a pitcher of beer and a table and I played the first game against J, should have known something was wrong then cuz I lost... anyway I sat down and finished my beer and poured another. I was perched on a barstool watching T and J shoot it out when something wasn't right. I was having a hard time seeing...
Within seconds I felt like I had been drinking all night and was severely fucked up. I couldn't see straight, I couldn't speak, I felt nautious and then I found out I couldn't walk. I was feeling very sick and decided that a chair would be much better for me than a barstool, I thought about going outside but didn't think I would make it. As I stood up from the barstool I stumbled forward and was about to go face down into the pool table when T caught me and set me back on the stool. He let go of me to ask what was wrong and apparently I fell down again. The rest of this story is second hand cuz I don't remember much of anything after this.
T says he caught me a second time and I couldn't respond to anything they asked me. They decided to take me outside to my truck and set me on the tailgate. Luckily the boys that work for me are some pretty good sized guys so they each took an arm and carried me to the truck, they told me that I was coming around and then my eyes rolled back and I went out again. I was out 3 times from what they said the longest being about 5 or 6 minutes, scared them to death. In reality they prolly should have called 911, live and learn, it all worked out. They were worried cuz we had smoked and been drinking; now before you ask, yes, that is all that we had done, no pills, no coke, no nothing else - just a little herb and some beer. I'm a pirate I can party all night long, this was fucked up, I hadn't even finished my second beer.
Most of the problems disappeared within a couple of hours, I had some lingering effects on Saturday but by Saturday night pretty much everything was back to normal. I still have a few things that bother me but so far so good. I didn't go to the hospital Friday night, just went to bed. My Friday night out lasted about 45 minutes counting the unconcious time on the back of the truck. dammit. Saturday morning I did the manly thing and decided that I really didn't want to see the doctor cuz I knew what he was gonna say, Saturday lunchtime I did the right thing and went anyway. The Doc decided he thought I had had a TIA and sent me to the hospital for some tests.
SO... I spent a lovely Saturday horizontal on a stretcher, I had a CATscan, and some bloodwork and a sonogram or two (no, I'm not pregnant), some Doppler work and a few Xrays. After all that I was told that they could not find any direct cause or any lasting damage. Lucky me. Gotta tell ya, I shiver at every little pain and bit of numbness now.
Called the boss in Cali yesterday and told him what had happened and that I was taking a few days off. Today this post comes to you from bed, where I am trying to relax and not think about all the shit I'm not getting done. I'll get over it, the unfinished shit that is (I hope).
Thanks to my boys I guess I'm gonna be okay, at least I don't have an ugly scar from slamming my head into the pool table, thanks T for catching me. Bitch of it is we didn't get to go out and see boobies. And needless to say I didn't make the concert yesterday either. Sweetpea came home last night limping on a sprained ankle and with a bloody knee - gotta love the pit.
Seems to be time for a little reassessment on how I am living my life. Haven't had a cigarette since the bar that night. That's making me crazy. Have tried to eat better the past couple days, guess we'll see how long it lasts. I'm supposed to reduce my stress levels as well, yeah, that'll happen. Anyway, that's how it is for now.
Hope y'all have great week and we'll see how well I do...