The Event, Part 3

Saturday & Sunday, 11/9/2019-11/10/2019: ICU

As noted in previous installments, I spent a lot of time on Thursday and Friday being unconscious or semi-conscious, and I wasn’t enjoying it very much. When I had been passed out in the living room on Thursday, and for the next several days after that, every time I fell asleep, I experienced very unusual dreams.

My dreams, which I can usually remember in detail, at least for a while, have always been very busy and often chaotic; it’s typical for me to dream about various manners of apocalypse (brought on by zombies, alien invasions, meteor impacts, etc.), natural disasters (volcanic eruptions and tornado swarms are a couple of favorites), odd science fiction/space sagas, trips to strange places, that sort of thing. Sometimes they’re just absurd, like the time I dreamed I was a battery and was trying to escape from people who were trying to stick me in a giant Walkman. (Back in college, a friend once said to me, “It’s not fair you get to be entertained every time you go to sleep.”)

The dreams I had after the subarachnoid hemorrhage were not like my normal dreams at all. The only way I can describe them is empty. When I was on the floor in the living room, I dreamed I was in a completely abandoned city, like an industrial section, full of vacant buildings. Everything was wet—there were puddles everywhere—but there were no people or animals and no sound except the wind. Other sorts of things I dreamed about during this period were a highway with no cars or people on it, an empty bridge, and an abandoned railroad line in some kind of grassy wasteland. Sometimes there was only darkness. There was always a sound of wind, but nothing was happening in any of these dreams, ever. It was just me, walking alone. These were far and away the most disturbing dreams I’ve ever had, just because of their sheer emptiness, and I hope never to experience them again.

The Saturday following the surgery to repair my brain aneurysm was when those dreams started to fade. Probably not coincidentally, that was also the first day when I was back to being at least sort-of conscious for more than a few consecutive minutes (though I wouldn’t confess to feeling “almost human for a little while again” until Sunday). It was a period of nearly round-the-clock visitors, as close friends stayed with me for hours at a time, giving my wife the opportunity to go home, have a shower, attempt (not very successfully) to get some sleep, take care of the animals, that sort of thing. She also ran a few errands.

Wife: “Do you want me to bring you anything from home?”
Me: “Charlee. But I don’t think she would like it here very much.”
Wife: “No, she wouldn’t, but Chaplin would be swinging from your IV and climbing the monitoring stand.”

Needless to say, my wife did not bring me Charlee, but she did return with a bag of stuff she had gotten from Barnes & Noble, including a stress squeeze ball (I had plenty of stress, but not a lot of strength for squeezing), a fuzzy llama (which Chaplin later tried to abduct), a dinosaur made out of those currently ubiquitous color-changing sequins, a colorful, quasi-Japanese rabbit, and a fuzzy gnome that I dubbed “Substitute Charlee”:

Say hello to my little friend.

I amused myself with all of them for a while but Substitute Charlee quickly became a favorite; I kept him in bed with me and brought him along to radiology for repeat CT scans and that sort of thing. (If any of the hospital staff thought this was odd, nobody said so; I mean, a 50-year-old subarachnoid hemorrhage patient carrying a fuzzy gnome around the hospital is hardly something weird or outlandish like, say, calling 911 while you’re in your pajamas would be.)

My wife, on the other hand, was most fascinated by this little guy:


Wife: “It reminds me of that movie you watched. There was a squirrel who was trying to solve a mystery or something.”
Me: “Oh, yeah, Detective Pikachu.”
Wife: “No, not that. He had a machine gun or something and he flew around in a spaceship.”
Me (pause): “Are you talking about Rocket from Guardians of the Galaxy?”
Wife: “Yeah, that’s it. He was a squirrel or something right?”
Me: “Well he’s a raccoon, but the Asgardians think he’s a rabbit, and Tony Stark thought he was a Build-a-Bear.”

I guess Guardians of the Galaxy is not a bad place to expect to see something like that little guy turn up, but for my money I still say he totally wandered out of Detective Pikachu.

Over the weekend I thought I was doing pretty well with the talking and the visiting and stuff but I’ve since been told my conversations remained pretty short during this period. I would talk for a while and then fall asleep. (This is not how I remember it.) At least I was sounding more like myself, I think.

Friend #2: “I was telling my friends up north about what happened to you. I said, he’s the healthiest person I know! He eats well, he exercises, he’s not overweight. I don’t understand it.”
Me: “I know, right? What the fuck?” (glares at ceiling) “Fuck it. From now on, pizza for dinner every night.”*

And as part of that same conversation, or one around the same time (they all kind of ran together in my mind):

Me: “I should be out of here in a few days, right?”
Friend #2: “Mmm … I don’t know about that …”

This weekend was also when I learned what the question about my favorite colors had been all about:

Friend #3: “I brought something to show you.”
Me: “Y’all stand back while I whip this out.”**
Friend #3 (cracking up): “Okay, now I know you’re still in there.”

The item in question was an orange and purple “Get Well Soon!” poster done by Friend #1, Friend #3, and their daughter, as well as a Halloween-themed “Enter If You Dare!” poster that I probably should have posted on the door to discourage the nurses from waking me up for medication and neurological testing every few hours. But I doubt it would have worked.


Enter if you dare! Or if you have doughnuts!

These posters, along with other get-well cards and pictures of The Oceanside Animals, became part of the wall art that followed me around for the rest of my hospital stay.

On Saturday, I started to get an inkling that Friend #2 was right about how long I would be in the hospital. Some time that day, one of the neurosurgeons who had been involved in the surgery stopped by to see how I was doing. This was not a doctor I remembered—I was evidently unconscious, or at least pretty well out of it, the first time we met—so this was basically like seeing him for the first time. (This was a recurring scenario for days, until I finally became reacquainted with everyone who had taken care of me over the first few days of The Event.)

Me: “Thank you for saving my life and stuff.”
Doctor (shrugs): “It was a team effort.”

The doctor and I talked for a while and a little later on Nurse #1 came in to give me an overview of my upcoming treatment plan. The briefing went something like this:

Nurse #1 (drawing illustrative pictures on window with erasable marker): “Bleeding into your brain irritates the other blood vessels and arteries and that can cause problems. There isn’t supposed to be blood in there, just cerebrospinal fluid. We’re keeping you here in ICU because we need to titrate your medication to keep your blood pressure within very narrow limits. You’re going to be taking a medication called nemodipine to help prevent any further strokes from occurring. You’re also going to be getting twenty-one days of transcranial dopplers to monitor you for vasospasms.”
Me: “So … am I going to be coming back in for the trans-cranial dopplers on an outpatient basis after I get discharged?”
Nurse #1: (looks at me with a tight-lipped little smile)
Me: “Oh.”

So that was when I learned a couple more new concepts, such as transcranial doppler and vasospasm and you’re going to be in ICU for a good long time.

Nurse #1: “I know twenty-one days is a long time to be in ICU when you’re alert and awake. Usually after something like this people are in ICU for forty or fifty days but they’re barely conscious. It’s really a miracle that you’re doing this well and twenty-one days isn’t that long measured against the rest of a lifetime, is it?”

Well, when you put it that way … No, no it’s not. The whole situation still didn’t seem quite like it could be happening to me, but it was starting to sink in that something very serious had occurred.

Me: “Boy, that really blindsided me on an idle Tuesday.”
Wife: (starts to get nervous because she thinks I don’t know what day of the week it is)
Me: “Don’t worry, I’m just quoting the Sunscreen Song.”

So sayeth the Sunscreen Song: “Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday.”

Or at 8:45am on a Thursday before work. Same idea.

At this point, because it was starting to seem like I probably wasn’t going to die soon, my friends were getting a little more comfortable joking around with me, which was oddly comforting. For instance, after hearing that the doctors had said it was likely to be months before I would return to work, one of my friends said this:

Friend #1: “So you’re getting a few months off work, eh? Must be nice.”
Me: “Oh, yeah. I can teach you. Just come to my seminar, How To Get Time Off From Work In One Easy Step.”***

There are a couple other things that happened over the weekend that I remember for sure what day they occurred:

  • On Saturday night, I was finally transitioned from the “nothing by mouth” diet to being able to eat food again. The first thing I had, about 11pm in the evening, was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I’m not going to say it was the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich I ever had, but under the circumstances, I was pretty happy to have it.
  • On Sunday, I had my first transcranial doppler, which was excruciating, because of how I had to keep moving my head while the technician used the ultrasound probe to map out the blood vessels in the brain. I was seriously dreading the next doppler, but it turned out to be fine. Once they had the map, I didn’t need to do any more contorting, for which my skull was extremely thankful.

* I have not actually started having pizza for dinner every night.
** I always misquote Blazing Saddles this way; it was not a side effect of my subarachnoid hemorrhage.
*** Do not attend this seminar.

21 thoughts on “The Event, Part 3

  1. I’d also agree with the first comment here, I think there are a few things like this that should be checked ‘as routine’, heck I think we should all be having a whole body CT at different intervals in our lives. Think of the hassle, heartache and problems further down the line such tests might be able to save.

    I’m so, so sorry for everything you’ve had to go through and the days spent unconscious and the dreams, both the weird and the empty.. that’s a heck of a lot to deal with and lots of scaryness (pretty sure I just made that word up) too. I love the gifts your wife brought for you, she’s got quite the imagination herself! And those are such sweet poster creations from Friend #1, #2 and daughter.

    Yep, Baz got it right with being blindsided. Life can throw some pretty mean curveballs sometimes. Shame the seminar idea isn’t going to pan out, you could have made a few bucks from that because there’s always going to be a few odd ducks that would fall for it. How’re you doing at the moment? Silly question? What’s next for you in the imminent days..? Please know we’re thinking of you. The furbabies will be wanting their dada back to his usual tricks, too, so make sure you rest up and be a good patient for your recuperation.

    Caz xx

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    1. Thanks for the thoughtful comment, Caz! 🙂 I am pretty much fully recovered now and back to my normal activities, to the continuing surprise of my GP physician and in defiance of the statistics. I have made some dietary changes (mostly involving the sandwiches and chips I used to have for lunch on workdays …) and am on a new medication for borderline hypertension that, in someone who hadn’t had an aneurysm rupture, they probably would just be keeping an eye on. I’ll be getting repeat CT scans once or twice a year for the indefinite future to keep an eye on my aneurysm and its little coil. I’ll get into all that in more detail in the final installment, which will appear in a few weeks.

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  2. You sure went through the proverbial wringer washer…but in the end you came out of the wringer OK.Better than the clothes my mom used to push through that thing, LOL!

    Having been a very sick peep, years ago, I kind of understand that things will not be the same ever again…but being alive and mostly well, is a good thing, and at least I can say, I am working again, and I can work circles around many of my younger co-workers!

    I think when you were dreaming empty dreams, your mind was unable to produce the spectacular dreams you were used to, and being empty was all that was left…you kind of knew in your subconsciousness that you were not really ‘there’…dreams can tell a lot about our current state of being. Or help you work through things as well.hope you are having more ‘normal’ dreams now…at least what you would call normal, LOL!

    Thanks again for telling us all these things:)
    Thanks be to God who has given you a new lease on life!

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    1. Thank you for the comment! I agree with you about the cause of the “empty” dreams. They were really disturbing while they were going on and I was always relieved to wake up from them. I was definitely happy when they stopped being that way!


  3. I am glad you had your little gnome and your wife had her little guy to help you through this trying time. It is too bad our pets can’t be with us in hospitals because they help you heal.

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  4. I’ve never heard of the kind of dreams that are normal for you. May you should be writing novels from them. Or, is that what the Dennis, may he rest in peace, and Charlee and Chaplin adventures are drawn from? And those other ones — totally creepy!

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    1. Oddly enough, only one of my novels, “Night Watchman”, has been based on one of my dreams, and that was just the part about the Night Watchman’s power (the ability to extend and manipulate the broken chains of the handcuffs on his wrists). They probably do inform the nutty adventures of Dennis & company, though! 😀

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  5. Wow James this was one H*LL-O of a journey you went on. …and are still on in a way. Your sense of humour is probably one of the things that pulled you thru;. And the Gnome!!! OMG Gnome Charlee is hilarious…..
    I will remind myself to NOT attend your seminar & I am picking out pizza for the next weekpurrsss** !! ROFWL!!
    Seriously I am so relieved you are on the mend.
    Oh & those weird dreams make perfect sense. I suspect your life was hanging in the balance so you were in fact in a kind of limbo; utterly alone…the symbolism screams it to me!!
    Wishing you many many more happy days & better dreams.
    Sherri-Ellen ❤ & **purrsss** BellaDharma

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  6. My goodness! In so many ways you are a walking miracle. 21 days when it could have been 50 is just one of the miracles.

    Being here to talk to us about this is probably the biggest miracle.

    Above all…I’m so glad you are doing ever so much better. And able to be with your beloved family and self-ish-ly with us also!


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