Back in July 2007 I had my first encounter with the grim reaper. I was enjoying some quiet time when, completely out of no where, I was engulfed with pain, curled up vomiting, holding my head in my hands and crying uncontrollably with the head pain. At the time it felt that I had over heated. My head was so incredibly hot, the intensity of the blood pressure rising up through the back of my spine and neck was magnifying the pain I felt. I had no idea what was going on. I yelled for wet towels. I believed that if I could get my temperature down I would be fine. I wrapped my neck and head in wet towels, still vomiting uncontrollably. I just wanted to go to sleep. To get away from the pain and fight off the vomiting. I sooo hate vomiting.
Work rang, great timing, I couldn’t talk. The vomiting and crying had not subsided at all. I had to hang up on them….though they did hear me and panicked. First person to show up was a friend from work who was also an EN (enrolled nurse) she is a lovely woman and someone who I have gotten to know outside of work as well. So here I was laying naked in bed, curled up crying and vomiting uncontrollably with wet towels around me, when she walked in.
By that time I didn’t really care. I just wanted to be alone to sleep. She tried to make me drink some electrolyte she made up, and realising I was not able to make much sense of anything went and got the doctor from work, who was also my boss.
My boss entered with my best friend (also a manager from work) and tried to convince me to get dressed and go to hospital. The vomiting was slowly subsiding as I had nothing left to bring up. I reluctantly agreed to leave with them, I hate vomiting so much and this was just ridiculous. And the pain still had not gone away. The two of them would not leave me alone unless I cooperated, so I didn’t really have any choice. For this I will never be able to repay them….they saved my life. 
My best friend dressed me and assisted me into her car. Front seat, pushed back as far as possible as I couldn’t really sit very well. I was dry retching still, and unable to lift my head.
She took me to the emergency department.
I don’t recall leaving my street, just that we got to the hospital and she insisted that I get into a wheel chair. She put me at the counter inside the emergency area, leaving me with the nurse while she moved her car to a park. I do not have any recollection of events from here on. Only what I’ve been told about later
.
Apparently I was conscious the entire time…which is a good thing and what saved my life. Had I of lost consciousness I may have never woken up. I gave the nurse an earful as I refused profoundly to put on the open backed gown. Being a nurse myself I’m not even sure why I gave her a hard time..but there you have it. I had a CAT scan taken and it showed I had had an Aneurysm. Leading to a Subarachnoid Haemorrhage (Haemorrhage) which resulted with me having a craniotomy and the aneurysm surgically clipped. The bleed was right in the circle of Willis inside my brain. I was kept in hospital for over 24hrs until we had a family meeting to advise everyone close to me what options I had been given, what risks were involved, what the statistics of survival were and when I was having the operation. All up this occurred Wednesday morning, and I went under the knife on Friday. Again only small recollections of events during this time.

I woke up groggily in recovery, not realising I now looked like some alien. When settled back in my room ( I was very fortunate and had a room to myself) I was not allowed to lift my head more than 30 degree angle from the bed, blood pressure had to stay constant and low due to a drain that was protruding from my head. Metal staples in my head in a horse shoe shape around the right side of my head from above my right eye to the top of my right ear. My youngest son was scared looking at me and took a week before he would risk returning to visit me.
All up I was in hospital for 19 days. The medical staff at Christchurch Public Hospital’s Neurosurgical Ward
were awesome. Attentive and supportive throughout that traumatic time.
Financially I had no idea I was not covered by ACC. It didn’t register that the aneurysm was not an accident as such. Medical treatment was free thankfully as it is in the public health system here in New Zealand. Luckily I had mortgage protection insurance as I was unable to work for some time. I had no income to cover the mortgage. The insurance company have been great. There have been monthly payments direct to my bank, they have set me up with a rehab manager who coordinates all aspects of my rehabilition, from clinical psychology through to a gym membership for physical rehab. It’s been a long and busy road to get back into the mainstream of life. I’m still not there but certainly 80% ahead of where I was in July.
Physically I have recovered 100%. No signs or symptoms of weakness or stroke like affects. Emotionally and mentally there have been a adjustments needed. I’ve found myself to be more irritable, less tolerant of distraction and noise, and concentration is more draining. I have less motivation than I used to, finding I get fatigued easily. But these are all things that can be improved over time. So now its Time being the great healer once more. And a lifestyle change to boot. One I have decided to hit full on as written in my other post ‘The Big Move”.