the PDF of her book - National Aphasia Association
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Tales from <strong>the</strong> O<strong>the</strong>r Side <strong>of</strong> Language 11<br />
I’ve been in <strong>the</strong> hospital for a month, and <strong>the</strong> doctors<br />
discharge me with a pill to take once a day for blood thinning.<br />
Kathy is definitive, not happy with this treatment plan. She jeers,<br />
“Tiny orange pill!” I take <strong>the</strong> doctor’s word. I’m happy to be<br />
home, reattaching to <strong>the</strong> bigger world. But Kathy is right—<strong>the</strong><br />
little pill doesn’t hold <strong>the</strong> onslaught. In a bare two weeks I’m<br />
re-hospitalized, mini-strokes, TIAs. I’m put on serious IV blood<br />
thinners. In <strong>the</strong> quiet <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hospital I can feel <strong>the</strong>m s<strong>of</strong>tly hurry<br />
across my brain.<br />
It is unstable; I know I can have ano<strong>the</strong>r big one.<br />
I tell nurses whenever <strong>the</strong> little mini-strokes happen. One reassures me,<br />
“Perhaps it’s anxiety.”<br />
“No! ….not ….li…ke… th…at!” I exclaim hotly to <strong>her</strong> brush-<strong>of</strong>f. I try<br />
not to be terrified. One Flew Over <strong>the</strong> Cuckoo’s Nest runs through my mind<br />
again. My life is too close to <strong>the</strong> edge.<br />
The various films don’t look like anything <strong>the</strong> doctors have seen before.<br />
They have no treatment, only <strong>the</strong> IV blood thinners. They present my case<br />
to clinical case conferences in all <strong>the</strong> major hospitals in <strong>the</strong> city. I am <strong>the</strong><br />
mystery case.<br />
The hospital has a little ro<strong>of</strong>top garden. It is early summer, and I’m<br />
allowed to take my IV pole down <strong>the</strong> elevator. I shed my hospital gown and<br />
for awhile soak in <strong>the</strong> sun wearing a trumped-up bright blue bikini from my<br />
underwear, dreaming I’m on <strong>the</strong> sand at Fire Island. Visitors come, admire<br />
my growing tan. Then a nurse calls from a high window that doctors want<br />
me, and <strong>the</strong> dream beach shatters.