We all know that when something happens, people try to keep up, but when you’re seeing as many doctors as I am, it’s hard to keep up.
Well, today I had an appointment and it got me thinking, it really stresses me out to have to talk about this stuff all the time. I instanty got a headache, etc.
So here is what I’m going to do, and I’m going to try and do my best with it…but we all know I like to talk I’m going to put it up here, tell the whole story, I’ll blog about it a little at a time and then not discuss it again unless with doctors in which case I have to talk to them

May 8th: Kerri was inside making a taco dip, Dennis is out front sweeping the driveway (I still don’t know why) Anyway, the last thing I remember I bent over to get the Lysol wipes. So the rest is all pretty much what everyone else has told me. At some point i grabbed paper towels and Greenworks to go outside and clean the coolers out for our Ocho-De-Mayo party. I don’t remember even going outside. But apparently Kerri found me, unconscious with the cooler broken, blood on my face and a bruise on my forehead. She called my name and realized I was unconcscious, and somehow, I have no idea how, she got me conscious-ish and walking…although, I still don’t remember any of this. I guess she left me in the bathroom and went to get Dennis. He came back in and cleaned the blood off my face, and he first thing I vaguely remember was Dennis saying, ” We’re going somewhere, I don’t know where, but you’re going somewhere.” I looked at him completely puzzled and asked him why. I had no memory of anything happening….nor any pain! So they got me into the Denali and the only thing I remember about the ride was begging them to go to sleep, and having the worst case of nausea. I don’t remember much for the next bit, but they kind of filled in the blanks for me. I guess Dennis ran in as Kerri got me out of a car and they put me in a wheelchair.
The nurses at North Med INSTANTLY called an ambulance. They knew I shouldn’t be there, and that I should be in the ER ASAP. They did basic triage and asked me questions that I couldn’t answer to save my life. I had no idea who the president was, what year it was…ya know all that stuff you should know…I had no idea. So they stuffed me in an ambulance and took me to the hospital.

Later….My stay in the hospital!