A Transient Ischemic Attack (tia) Is A Transient Episode Of Neurologic Dysfunction Caused By Ischemi

I've had 3 of these and fear I'm having a 4th right now and there is nothing that can be done about
it.
A transient ischemic attack (TIA) is a transient episode of neurologic dysfunction caused by ischemia (loss of blood flow) – either focal brain,spinal cord, or retinal – without acute infarction(tissue death)

My left arm/hand is a bit numb as though it's "asleep", we've all had that feeling now and then.

It will pass in time, a day or 2 or 3 perhaps.
If I got to the e.r. they will keep me for observation and I don't want that.
Been there before and they kept me 3 days. Good insurance don'cha'know.
Food is lousy, always get in a shared room with someone choking or
snoring all night.
ewwwwwwwwwwwww

Been in at least 3 rehabs for alcohol poisoning and once my blood alcohol was a .40%
twenty four house AFTER I quit drinking.
Must have been .50% at the peak.
.40 is a medical COMA, over that is dead.
Psychiatrist asked me "how is it you're alive?" I dunno.
In Florida I had a pancreatic attack. THE most painful thing that can happen with the
innerds.
Horrible.
I told the doc " I'd rather die than go through this pain "
NEVER, EVER, say that it Florida. I didn't even come close to meaning it.
They called the POLICE, an AMBULANCE, and took me right to a MENTAL hospital.

Really?????
A nut house?
BAKER ACT don'cha know? I sure didn't.
Kept me locked up with real nut cases they did.
I was smart enough to be calm and gentle and nicely object saying I wasn't crazy, just
sick.
Uh, huh, didn't work for a second. Doc says "everyone in here says they aren't nuts."
"Here take this." a pill you see. "What is it." I politely asked.
"Just take it, 40 milligrams of Librium, FOURTY!!!!
I took it and didn't care where I was,.................

An hour later a nurse come by with another FORTY. I took that also.
An hour later .......yup! 'nuther 40, then another 40......I didn't give a hoot about anything.
Didn't want to leave either.............................
Methinks it was totally an accidental over dose but I guess 120 mills of Librium won't kill
anyone....I guess....it didn't.....
I loved it...what a trip....wish I had some but it's really hard to get that kind of stuff in Ohio
now.
Then there was the time a fellow shot and killed 13, wounded about 30 more, shot at
me TWICE shot a guy a few feet from me in the guts, shot a foreman to my left
in the guts and chest, shot another in the guts, then blew his head off right in front of
all of us.
I went into shock and didn't even know it.....................my face a bit powder burnt.....

that was back in 1970, 71, or so..............
Damn I had nightmares for months over that......
Still do sometimes...I felt so helpless watching those guys bleeding, crying, screaming.............
one young guy had just taken my machine as I was to go to medical for a minor injury.
The poor kid took a bullet to the back and yelled "that guy shot me with that blank gun"....
blank?????? denial isn't a river in Africa................

My mind is broken.......p.t.s.d. ................it never, ever goes away...........
I'm bawling again......my shrink says I need cry and cry and cry 'till I can't cry no more.
it never goes away........no wonder Dennis blew his brains out. Poor bastage.....
That ain't my style.....too many guns to shoot, too many deer to harvest yet....rabbits to hunt,
squirrels to hunt, fish to catch, gonna make me a pot of my world famous potato soup...
with leeks, ham, and bacon.............yum!

I quit crying for now...........#$^^& life sucks a bit from time to time.
I find I can "talk" to you folks because it isn't personal and you can see me breaking up
and bawling and I pray you aren't ashamed of me ...being a 70 year old man that I am.
I'm not so tough am I?
I'm sensitive, it' o.k. to feel......i.k. to cry ......all the years of stuffing my feelings...........
Ever hold an old woman run down by a drunken hit skip driver that left her
in the street to die, bleeding from a fractured skull, bleeding out of her eyes and ears........

MY GOD that's freakin' awful...... and at that time I can't show emotions,....tough
cop you see....must maintain control...........must be in control, and now DECADES LATER
I FEEL IT all over again!!!!!

I recall a WWII combat veteran who became an infantry officer, killed many Italians and
Germans................Lost most of his men to combat.............
After the war he became a very successful business man, earned good money, had a wife,
kids went to college, successful ...........................then blew his brains out
My father, 3rd Armored, light tank. 4 man crew, little 37 millimeter cannon wouldn't
stop any German Armor but good for protecting infantry and taking out machine guns
and light artillery.
Eventually, when I was about 15, dad spoke a bit of the horrors..........just a bit.
Sitting on a farmers porch taking with a buddy when an 88 landed close by.
It shredded dad's pants but he didn't get a scratch. The shrapnel shredded his buddy.
Once, just once, dad spoke of machine gunning children. Little children, 6, 7 or so years
old.
Killed then on sight as they ran to the light tanks begging chocolate, "G.I Hershey bar????"

He freakin' shot them.... cut 'em with with a .30 caliber light machine gun he did.
Why?
Because they were wired with explosives by the German S.S. that's why.
G.I.'s would give candy and food to kids. Human you see.
Germans, the S.S., not very human, that's why they are S.S.
They S.S. roasted at least 6 million Jews, and Catholic priests, and Jehovah's Witnesses
and some captured allied airmen.....

The Pols that fought for the Nazi's were even worse. Allies executed them when they
tried to surrender.
You see prisoners were not taken unless allies were ordered to take prisoners.
D-day invasion..no prisoners. Shoot on sight.
Life is hard. It's harder if stupid.

 

I take you are a veteran of WWII. First, I would like to say thank you for your service to our country. I believe the US needs to take better care of its veterans. I find it a bit weird they gave you 120MG of that kind of medicine. Regardless, I have also had to deal with PTSD, not from the war of course, but I can only imagine the pain of what you have to go through. May you find peace in the meantime.

Regarding your alcohol level, it is possible to be alive at levels over 40%. There was a case of a woman in your position. She kept on talking and talking. A fellow veteran that I knew also told me stories similar to yours. They were quite gory. He served in the Korean War. He was almost poisoned with rat poison by a Korean woman. He could not trust the Koreans. On top of that, the violence he saw led to his early dementia symptoms, or so he says. He is coping. I will pray for both of you.

I know the woes of neurological dysfunction all too well. I hope you see a counselor for your PTSD, if not already, and that you can find ways to deal with your pain. Only then will you be able to find peace. I wish you good luck on your 70-year journey. You are a fighter in my eyes. I hope you finish this journey strong.

 

Robin. No I wasn't born until a year after WWII ended.
When I turned 18 a bunch of guys had to go the Cleveland for the draft physical.
I was classed 1 A which simply means I had a heart beat and was draft ready.
We were told to expect to be drafted within 30 days and to clean up our
affairs, bills, and such.
I tried to enlist in the Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, but they weren't accepting
anyone.
I'm still waiting to get drafted.
So I joined the police force and soon learned the military would have been
safer. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Back broken 4 times, 3 concussions, poisoned in chemical explosion and
fire, survived 3 gun fights, 4 times some punks tried to stab me.
We had to evacuate one half of the entire town.
TWO YEARS after that fire we learned they were making the components
of what we now know as Agent Orange.
Most of the firemen who were in the worse of the smoke got cancer.
One died in just 6 months.
A couple lost limbs due to weird forms of cancers.
I lost half my right knee and now have a stainless steel and Teflon knee
joint.
The military might have been much more safe.
10% see combat, the rest is support units.
One night I was pinned down by a sniper for almost 3 hours and couldn't
even return fire. They had a part time constable hostage so no way could
we shoot back.
Sooooooooooooooooooo we BURNED THE HOUSE DOWN!

We didn't mean it.
Accident you see.
Some officer brought a tear gas gun, a 40 mm.
Shoots a "bullet" about 20 inches long.
The problem was that the officer didn't know how to use the thing and
shot a BURNING projectile into the house and it rolled under the gas stove.
oooooopppppsssss.
The gas line burst shooting flames right up the wall.
The volunteer fire department would not respond until we neutralized
the shooters.
When deploying tear gas always use an exploding type.
They explode but not with a lot of gee whiz, just enough to disperse the
"gas".
It isn't gas really. It's an ultra fine dust that looks like smokey gas.
I'm certified to train in shotgun, machine gun, assault rifle, scoped rifle,
revolver, semi-auto handgun, and grenade launcher.
Oh, yeah, almost forgot I'm trained in bomb disposal.
Went to a special school put on by the BATF&E also a trained
arson investigator.
I started and trained the S.W.A.T. unit.
I never shot anyone.
I'm grateful.
Even more grateful they missed when shooting at me.
Two of the fellas on my former department were shot last year.
They wore threat level 2 A vests and it stopped the bullets.

 

Robin. No I wasn't born until a year after WWII ended.
When I turned 18 a bunch of guys had to go the Cleveland for the draft physical.
I was classed 1 A which simply means I had a heart beat and was draft ready.
We were told to expect to be drafted within 30 days and to clean up our
affairs, bills, and such.
I tried to enlist in the Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, but they weren't accepting
anyone.
I'm still waiting to get drafted.
So I joined the police force and soon learned the military would have been
safer. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Back broken 4 times, 3 concussions, poisoned in chemical explosion and
fire, survived 3 gun fights, 4 times some punks tried to stab me.
We had to evacuate one half of the entire town.
TWO YEARS after that fire we learned they were making the components
of what we now know as Agent Orange.
Most of the firemen who were in the worse of the smoke got cancer.
One died in just 6 months.
A couple lost limbs due to weird forms of cancers.
I lost half my right knee and now have a stainless steel and Teflon knee
joint.
The military might have been much more safe.
10% see combat, the rest is support units.
One night I was pinned down by a sniper for almost 3 hours and couldn't
even return fire. They had a part time constable hostage so no way could
we shoot back.
Sooooooooooooooooooo we BURNED THE HOUSE DOWN!

We didn't mean it.
Accident you see.
Some officer brought a tear gas gun, a 40 mm.
Shoots a "bullet" about 20 inches long.
The problem was that the officer didn't know how to use the thing and
shot a BURNING projectile into the house and it rolled under the gas stove.
oooooopppppsssss.
The gas line burst shooting flames right up the wall.
The volunteer fire department would not respond until we neutralized
the shooters.
When deploying tear gas always use an exploding type.
They explode but not with a lot of gee whiz, just enough to disperse the
"gas".
It isn't gas really. It's an ultra fine dust that looks like smokey gas.
I'm certified to train in shotgun, machine gun, assault rifle, scoped rifle,
revolver, semi-auto handgun, and grenade launcher.
Oh, yeah, almost forgot I'm trained in bomb disposal.
Went to a special school put on by the BATF&E also a trained
arson investigator.
I started and trained the S.W.A.T. unit.
I never shot anyone.
I'm grateful.
Even more grateful they missed when shooting at me.
Two of the fellas on my former department were shot last year.
They wore threat level 2 A vests and it stopped the bullets.