Well, well, well. Where the hell do I start? I will start by explaining the exact meaning of "I Beat the Dot". My family and friends and I refer to "the Dot" as a brain aneurysm. That's right. A Brain Aneurysm. I am 27, at the time of the crainiotomy I was 26. I survived. I beat the dot and it was one long journey. I was sent home from 2 hospitals with a "migraine". A migraine huh? Well, if it wasn't for the awsome spinal tap that found the blood in my spinal cord, I would not be "blogging" right now. Trust me, this blog will get more uplifting. This is just the pissed off part. Actually, pissed off is not the correct words for what i was feeling. I was FURIOUS, SCARED that I could have died between the 6 days I was jumping from hospital to hospital tryin to figure out what the hell was wrong with me. Then I was taken to the Gods. Well, not actually heaven but close to it. The staff and Doctor's at University Hospital saved my life....
There is much more EMOTION and stories to go along with this new blog of mine, but I am off to mexico in the early morn to kick back, relax and enjoy my brain that became about .2oz heavier on July 17, 2006. The titanium clip that the surgeons put in my brain saved my f*n life. God bless them. I am sure I will have BETTER STORIES (trust me, I just read what I just typed and it sucked) but it is going to take me awhile to get to this whole "sharing my life" with strangers thing. Indeed, it is free therapy without the sweet prescriptions. I mean, the next step for Post Dramatic Stress symdrome is seeing and neuropsychologist. A neuro what? exactly. But my bet is that they do not prescribe morphine, which will lead me to a WHOLE different blog. Hasta luego amigos.
