911 Call

Calling 911 was surreal.  Time stopped and my life and the life with Dari flashed before my eyes in one blink of a moment I saw what was most important.   I don’t even know if I can verbalize or express what it is I experienced.  What I did know is my life would never be the same.  Watching Darin grab his head and screaming he couldn’t hear and then going into  non verbal expressions of help to vomiting was an experience I wish on no one.

Paramedics were quick.  My friend who is a hospice nurse showed up and happened to be driving by when she saw the commotion outside my house with EMS  Her stopping saved my spiraling self.  She helped me gather the necessary items to take with me to the emergency room.  She dropped me off at the emergency room because they wouldn’t let me go with Darin.

Fast forward:  Stroke.  Lights and sirens from Grass Valley, to the ICU stroke unit in Carmichael, CA.

Feeling very scared and unsure of what lies ahead.  But knowing I am thankful Darin is alive.

CALLS TO FAMILY AND FRIENDS

As my daughter was driving me to the ICU near Sacramento I had to make many many calls, specifically to Darin’s children and brother.  Trying to remain calm so I didn’t upset the kids was difficult as I did not know how this was going to turn out.  Trying to convey the situation to them without a lot of info was hard.  The endless calls were so taxing and draining.  I was running on complete adrenaline.  

I had to advocate for myself to stay the night in the ICU as they said they didn’t allow overnights.  I am so happy they let me stay that first night.  Darin woke up many many times asking what happened.  There were many many tears shed on both sides.  He was so confused, inshock, disbelief, afraid.  So many emotions we both were feeling.  I just held him and said everything would be ok.  He was alive and that was most important. 

More phone calls, lots of tests, horrible crappy food, a few sweet visits from Rive, Steve, Sebastian, Woody, Nikaya, Jasmine and Jasper.