Before I go into 'my story', I want to make this very clear:
This isn't for 'admiration', it's not for 'drama factor' it is, as Paul Harvey would say "...the rest of the story".
On Feb 22, 1996 I was returning home from a grueling 2 week stretch 'on cars' in Detroit. I had just finished up a 2 week pay period with 80 regular time hours and 111 overtime hours.
February in Michigan is 'snow time'. The roads were clear and dry. I was cruising along at 70 mph, when my vision started to 'grey out' bilaterally, and had one hell of a case of vertigo. As this was being processed by my slow brain, I realized that the last thing I saw clearly ahead of me was brake lights. I decided to go for the median (divided highway). That's when I found out that the left side of the body wasn't working.
Since I didn't have a cell phone, I used the CB in my truck to call for help after sitting there for about a half hour; hoping that it would pass.
Transported by ALS to the ER about 10 miles away. On arrival, the doc sent me to Radiology where I had a CT scan. After a consultation with the staff neurologist, it was determined that the aneurysm had been hiding in my skull for about 10 years.
Yes, I AM one of the very few 'lucky ones', and I 'realize' this every day. There are far too many that weren't as lucky as I was.
Even with immediate detection, diagnosis and intervention; there is rarely anything that can be done to save the lives of those who weren't as lucky as I was.
I spent 16 days in the hospital, and 14 of those days were spent in ICU. I underwent 18½ hours of surgery, went into cardiac arrest twice and 51 weeks of some very grueling self imposed physical therapy. I had to learn to do everything all over again.
I've got a 'giant question mark' on the right side of My head (which is why you won't be seeing me wearing the popular 'shaved head look'). The incision was closed with 180+ sutures, and there are 4 burr holes in my skull, along with two stainless steel clips that make their presence known around the ghaus line of an MRI machine.
The ONLY reason I'm here to tell this story is because God decided I'm needed down here.
There were no real 'warning signs', there were only a very few majorly bad headaches, that were dismissed as 'migraines' and nothing more.
Yes, I could have died. Was it something I did to cause it? I don't know; hell, even the docs don't know. Suspicious circumstances? No, in brutally blunt terms, it was a medical issue and that's that. Should there have been a Coroner's inquest in the event of my death? No, these things happen....