Four months ago I slipped in the kitchen and banged the back of my head on the floor, producing a subdural hematoma.. Thus began a saga that led me to the emergency room at UNC hospitals, and put me on a ventilator for five days. At one point the neurological team treating me were ready to give up, and were only dissuaded by the intervention of my son, Tobias and my doctor, Thomas Keyserling.
Now, three months later, I am much improved, although consigned to a wheel chair [as much by my Parkinson's as by the effects of the fall.]
There is one small problem: I failed my swallow test. As a consequence, I run the risk of pneumonia in my lungs if I eat or drink anything. Hence I receive all my food through a tube in my stomach. I have not eaten or drunk anything in three months. Sigh.
I have a good deal to say about one thing and another. But it will take time. I hope you amused yourself in my absence.
