As one or two of my regular chums-cum-followers will already know, on Thursday, I woke up only to fall over the furniture and get carted off to the hospital in an ambulance. The nice Irish doctor reckoned the unsteadiness was down to my having a large, hard deposit of wax in my right ear and sent me away. Back home I had a doze and woke to the right side of my face going numb and my left leg feeling strangely warm. GP's called the ambulance this time and off I went again with twos and blues going at every roundabout. In for tests. I had a CT scan in the late afternoon and was asked to stay overnight to have an MRI scan the next day, which I duly did. Woken every hour (except one never sleeps in hospital until basically wrecked!
But, although all I could get were brown sandwiches on Thursday, my Friday was peppered with the usual excellent food from The Queen Elizabeth's own kitchens, until, at 1 o'clock I got an MRI scan.
Ye Gods what a weird experience that is. It's like being inside the works bit of Doctor Who's TARDIS. The noises are truly strange, the proximity of well, pretty much everything is frightening, but I shut my eyes and went into a semi-trance. It lasted for maybe 25 minutes and the report was that what they thought the CT showed as a clot was, in fact, clear. A discharge letter was typed and off home again. None the wiser, really. The general concensus was that I'd had a TIA, what some call a mini-stroke.
I'm left with the same numbness, slightly reduced and a right arm that sometimes goes a bit lazy and silly, restored by pulling it around and tensing it against itself. Today, my ears were syringed and I'm waiting for that to ease the some time dizziness and instability.
I have today done some work on my model of Vanity, the Victorian cutter I once lived on, so I've used my bandsaw, having installed its new blade and glued new sections of keel in to the frames and the structure is now rigid. But, I remain tired and my back easily aches these days.
I went to the no-nonsense quack at our practice and he confirmed that any remaining effects of a TIA can last for 4-6 weeks before going. He confirmed that my new non-smoking status (well, 6 months actually) is excellent, as is the attempt to eat healthily and remain active and that my current meds. are all suitable. So "carry on Hoskins" seems to be the phrase of moment.