As I said in my last post I woke up and had breakfast and was on my way out when I had my stroke. I was laying on the floor of our Airstream trailer as my dog, Lucky, sniffed at me with a worried look. I told him it was all OK but I don't think he believed me. Kate was getting dressed because we were going to meet the ambulance. Mora is a very rural area and when she called 911 the ambulance for our area was tied up somewhere else. They were sending an ambulance from 40 miles away.
I began to crawl out towards the car but not being fully aware of what worked and didn't work it was a struggle. Who thinks you will have to learn to get up off of the floor all over again. Stairs are never the same, seen as a danger more than great aerobic exercise.
In San Francisco, we would walk Lucky from the fortune cookie parking lot, each stall has a fortune, up Vallejo St. from Chinatown to the Vallejo steps. The Vallejo steps end at the top of Russian Hill. Then we'd walk over to George Sterling Park and go down one side and come back up on Lombard St. Now your looking down the crookedest street in San Francisco, although there is one that rivals it, this is the famous one. We took Lucky down Lombard a few times but generally preferred Greenwich St. with its steps and garden path. We'd get to North Beach/Little Italy and start back up again to Coit Tower atop Telegraph Hill. Then down the enchanted wooden stairs and walks of the Filbert steps. Here people have beautiful gardens and once we bought homemade honey from the bees of Telegraph Hill from a charming young boy. The last flight of stairs are the ones that stop people short,. cement steps going down along the cliff face. we've gone up these stairs but it's easier coming down. Trough Levi Plaza, around the fountain, out to the piers along the Embarcadero. Out to the end of pier 7 and then back up through the Embarcadero Center. out on to Clay. once we get to Montgomery we go left to Commecial St and up to Grant to get vegetable buns in the heart of Chinatown or right back towards Columbus and to Calzone for Italian food.
Oh, Lucky is a 60lb. American Strafordshire Terrier/Mastiff mix. He's a pit bull. he loves adventures.
It was weird I never was afraid but maybe I was to out of it to know I should be. I got to the car but couldn't get up into it. I ended up sort of half under the car. After some more tries we finally got me in the car and off we went. I remember meeting the ambulance on the highway and being loaded in. I think Kate went back to the trailer for something and I was off to Alta Vista Regional Hospital, (common nickname: Hasta la Vista ). I was out for most of the ride down and the first series of tests. I woke up and Kate was there and they were waiting for the helicopter that was going to air lift me to University of New Mexico Hospital (UNM).
I began to crawl out towards the car but not being fully aware of what worked and didn't work it was a struggle. Who thinks you will have to learn to get up off of the floor all over again. Stairs are never the same, seen as a danger more than great aerobic exercise.
In San Francisco, we would walk Lucky from the fortune cookie parking lot, each stall has a fortune, up Vallejo St. from Chinatown to the Vallejo steps. The Vallejo steps end at the top of Russian Hill. Then we'd walk over to George Sterling Park and go down one side and come back up on Lombard St. Now your looking down the crookedest street in San Francisco, although there is one that rivals it, this is the famous one. We took Lucky down Lombard a few times but generally preferred Greenwich St. with its steps and garden path. We'd get to North Beach/Little Italy and start back up again to Coit Tower atop Telegraph Hill. Then down the enchanted wooden stairs and walks of the Filbert steps. Here people have beautiful gardens and once we bought homemade honey from the bees of Telegraph Hill from a charming young boy. The last flight of stairs are the ones that stop people short,. cement steps going down along the cliff face. we've gone up these stairs but it's easier coming down. Trough Levi Plaza, around the fountain, out to the piers along the Embarcadero. Out to the end of pier 7 and then back up through the Embarcadero Center. out on to Clay. once we get to Montgomery we go left to Commecial St and up to Grant to get vegetable buns in the heart of Chinatown or right back towards Columbus and to Calzone for Italian food.
Oh, Lucky is a 60lb. American Strafordshire Terrier/Mastiff mix. He's a pit bull. he loves adventures.It was weird I never was afraid but maybe I was to out of it to know I should be. I got to the car but couldn't get up into it. I ended up sort of half under the car. After some more tries we finally got me in the car and off we went. I remember meeting the ambulance on the highway and being loaded in. I think Kate went back to the trailer for something and I was off to Alta Vista Regional Hospital, (common nickname: Hasta la Vista ). I was out for most of the ride down and the first series of tests. I woke up and Kate was there and they were waiting for the helicopter that was going to air lift me to University of New Mexico Hospital (UNM).
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