Last night, I received the distressing news that one of my closest friends is in the hospital with what the doctors believe are two small bleeding aneurysms in his brain. They know they must be small, because otherwise he'd probably be comatose, but he's doing fine for now. He drove himself to the hospital and called me twice from his room.
I should know more, today, as he was being transferred to a better hospital. On the one hand, it's good that he's got access to a top-notch facility. On the other hand, it's not good that he needs it. Any way you look at it, this is shitty.
An aneurysm is one of those medical conditions that has always freaked me out. I mean, you can be otherwise in excellent physical condition and then BAM. You're gone. That's what happened to the mother of one of my high school friends. She was in great shape. Aerobics instructor, in fact. Then one day she just keeled over and died.
Lorelei's father died after an aneurysm. Not immediately... took him a week. His surgery went fine, but afterward his brain tissue began to swell. His intracranial pressure rose too high. Blood vessels constricted and that was that.
I'm filled with anxiety, today. I can only imagine what he and his family are going through.
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