It was so surreal. I was going to be staying overnight in the Neuro Intensive care, and I was going to be getting brain surgery. This was the most inconvenient time ever. I was almost worried that my professors would think that this was some ploy to delay my finals.
I was monitored several times an hour to make sure that my condition didn't deteriorate, and to get get vitals. I was always asked my name, the date, how many figures they were holding. I couldn't recite the date, it was so bad. When I was finally allowed to eat that night, I ate ice cream. The first time that I had eaten ice cream that month.
My wife was so worried, that she wanted me to get a blessing that night at 10:00 pm. Luckily I have an awesome friend Leland at University Student Housing, and he came with his home teaching companion.
While, I couldn't speak, the Neurosurgery department remarked that I was doing remarkably stable. They scheduled a surgery the following week, and another MRI, and they planned on releasing me. I was thrilled.
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