{"id":1023,"date":"2004-02-01T06:21:00","date_gmt":"2004-02-01T06:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.flubu.com\/blog\/2004\/02\/01\/what-a-day\/"},"modified":"2004-02-01T06:21:00","modified_gmt":"2004-02-01T06:21:00","slug":"what-a-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.flubu.com\/blog\/2004\/02\/01\/what-a-day\/","title":{"rendered":"What a day&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This day was&#8230; I don&apos;t know how to describe this day. My plan, when I went to bed last night, was to lounge in bed, do some chores, do my groceries, and go out tonight with M. The day started out ok, as I was drifting in and out of sleep this morning, when my cell phone rings. I see on my caller ID that it&apos;s M, so I figure that he&apos;s asking if I want to go have breakfast, as we often do on the weekend.<\/p>\n<p>That&apos;s when the day really went off track. First shock, he tells me Sven is in the hospital. Second shock,  he had a brain oedema (swelling due to excess fluid). Now this can mean he has a brain tumour, a brain hemorrhage, or a viral infection. Third shock, he&apos;s lost motor control on the right side of his body. By that point, I&apos;m completely awake and have fallen out of bed. Quite literally. Cue to telephone tag to inform all our friends, with promises of keeping them informed as more information trickles in.<\/p>\n<p>I went to see him at the hospital in the early afternoon. He was looking quite well, given the circumstances. According to his wife, he was actually a lot better. From what I saw, he was lucid, was cracking jokes, and he told us he was regaining control and sensation on his right side. He still had a bit of the Jean Chretien smile, but that was the only significant outward sign something was amiss.  He told us that the CAT scans he&apos;s had so far have ruled out the two nastiest options, so it&apos;s most probably a viral infection. The doctors say that he&apos;s responding really, really well to the anti-inflammatories and he might even be discharged tonight so he can go sleep at home. He needs to come back to the hospital for the next 2 days for more IV anti-inflammatories, but he&apos;s well enough to go home, so that&apos;s a very good sign. He has a MRI scan scheduled for Monday, to rule out the possibilities of micro-lesions on the brain, and if that&apos;s all clear, I&apos;d imagine he&apos;s going to go on a course of antivirals. We don&apos;t know if there will be lasting effects, but the doctors seem optimistic. <\/p>\n<p>So, all in all, it&apos;s good news. It made me realize something. I&apos;ve known that guy for 12 years. Our relation right now is not the greatest it&apos;s been &#8211; there&apos;s some strain, mostly due to stupid things done and said in the past year or so &#8211; but that&apos;s going to change. I&apos;ve lived and done too much with the guy, and this incident brought all of that to life. <\/p>\n<p>I&apos;ve been trying to relax all day, and have been mostly successful. Basically, I kept busy. Did my groceries, and a huge pile of dishes. Bought stuff for the superbowl party tomorrow. I cooked a batch of my world-famous pasta sauce, then cooked roast beast with all the trimmings for dinner with my roommate. Watched a bit of TV, and now I&apos;m writing this and going to bed. <\/p>\n<p>I&apos;m a bit blue right now&#8230; for the usual reasons I&apos;ve grown to know and hate. <\/p>\n<p>Whatever, it&apos;ll pass.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This day was&#8230; I don&apos;t know how to describe this day. My plan, when I went to bed last night, was to lounge in bed, do some chores, do my groceries, and go out tonight with M. 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