What a way to start off the week...

In November 2004 my husband was in a near fatal car crash. According to the doctor's, he most likely passed, out and ran off the road, hitting a tree. They were convinced of this for two reasons. One he has a condition known as syncope and two becasue they felt that the extent of his injuries would have been more severe, had his body not been in a relaxed state. He broke his femur bone and was bed bound for a very long while. He was also very disoriented for a long time afterwards, slow to gain memory back, finding it hard to retain things in his memory and genuinely pissed off at the world, that this was happening to "him". The being pissed off at the world was most likely coming more from his bipolar side more than the accident itself.

In February, the following year he complained of headaches that would not go away so I set up an appointment with a Neurologist to have his head examined. After having an MRI, they concluded that the headaches were coming from a blood clot on his head and two days later he went in for surgery. What more could happen to one person I thought. It seemed like such a stroke of bad luck.

Through all of this we grew apart as a couple instead of closer, because let's just say he wasn't the nicest person towards me. I grew tired of trying to take care of and help someone who was always plating the role of a victim. Someone who became pretty nasty to me and his daughter, for no acceptable reason. But because of who I am though, I have always remained his friend.

This morning he called me from the hospital at 6:30. He had fainted, had a seizure and hit his head on the concrete floor, which caused a laceration and had to have staples in his head. So, tomorrow begins the round of doctor's visits to see why this happened and what can be done temporarily and in the future to make this stop.