After my little “episode” on Friday morning, everyone keeps asking me the same thing, “What the hell caused it?”  Well, here is the official answer.  No one knows.

I am a true medical mystery.

After being hooked up to every machine known to man for 24 hours, the doctors were officially stumped.  And they weren’t shy in telling me how baffling the whole case was.  All my tests were A-OK.  I’m in stellar health.

I’m feeling nearly 100% today.  Physically, it’s almost as if nothing happened.  Mentally though, I’m still a little freaked out and emotionally skittish.  For the last two days, I have been acutely HYPER-aware of everything going on around me.  I have a heightened sense of, well, everything.   Touch, smell, taste are at an all-time high.  I feel like I have a superpower or something.  Just call me Stroke Man!

As far as preventative measures are concerned, I’m no longer allowed to visit my chiropractor about my neck, drink caffeine or have any more Botox injections.  I was okay with the first two, but I argued about the third one.   I cannot possibly see the connection between injecting neuro-toxins in my forehead and stroke complications.  Can you?  (Yes, I’m kidding.)

Today, it was quiet around the house.  I lounged around and napped.  It was also a time for personal reflection about my weekend.  I chuckled a bit at the absurdity of the whole situation.  I teared up a bit at the thought of how much worse things could have been.   But mostly I just soaked in all the good vibes and prayers that are being sent my way.  God and the universe are clearly shining down on me.  And while I’m not the world’s most introspective or religious person, it was an eye-opener.

Several times I laughed out loud at my friends’ phenomenal sense of humor about the whole thing.  My roommate’s first words to me?  Not “How are you?” or “Are you okay”?  The first thing he said when he saw me was, “I am SO not wiping your ass.”   My best friend Eric gave me a big hug and said, “Just so we’re clear, you can milk this for exactly two more days and then I’m done with this ‘stroke business’, you loser.”  My friend Wendy e-mailed me and said, “Really?  A stroke?  Really?  You’d do anything for a blog entry.”

It’s true, Wendy.  So true.