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– Chapter Three-–

Urgent Care

I arrived in Charlotte and took my connecting flight to Greenville. I finally arrived and my German friend Ines picked me up. Th next morning I felt fine and went to my fitness studio for my daily workout. In the gym, I noticed I felt tired. I picked up a few items at the supermarket and relaxed in the afternoon, watching German Television.

I called my brother to let him know I had made it home safely.

Two days later I decided to have myself checked by a doctor at Urgent Care. Strangely, I asked my friend Anne Riggs if she wouldn’t mind to take me because I somehow felt uncertain. Shortly after my arrival, a young doctor took care of me and suggested I should go to Physicians East right away for a cat scan (CT) but he did not say why. Anne drove me there. After the examination I was sent back home. Around 5 pm, I received a call that the CT showed something and that I should get immediately go to the hospital to the ER where the doctor expected me, as fast as possible!

I did not feel sick in any way, but my wonderful friend Ines took me to the hospital. I was taken care of by wonderful nurses and I remember their kindness. Later that night I was taken to various tests that I did not like, especially the MRI. The MRI made me feel as if I were locked in a casket where I would be forever.

The next morning I could not move my legs and the doctor told me that I had had a stroke during the night. I later learned that I must have had a blood clot that caused the moderate stroke.

My wonderful son Michael had learned about my stroke and said: “I know my mother and she will do everything possible to get through this!” He reminded me that the slogan in our house has always been: “Do nothing, get nothing!”

He had heard these words all his life from me and my husband. Now he was reminded of it: “Do nothing, you will get nothing!”

He had heard these words all his life from my husband and me, and now he was reminding me of it: „Do nothing, get nothing!“ I knew I would need to fight with all I had to get through this!

I gave all my strength in therapy. After each therapy session, I would fall into my bed, totally wiped out. Once I fell into a crying spell that lasted for two days, wondering if I would have to live like this, unable to walk properly.