The day that my uncle's aneurysm ruptured the normalcy of life in my family--I will call it A-Day--my uncle "Jared" was at work. He builds fences with his grown son, Leroy, and another man. On the way home, my uncle complained about not feeling well, and my cousin says that he wasn't very awake.
When they got home, my cousin Leroy went in the house to shower. My Uncle Jared's youngest son is six. I will call him Charlie, to protect the privacy of a minor. Charlie once described the day that he found his dad sleeping in the truck and not waking up. He went in and said to his mom, "Hey, Mom. Um, Dad needs some Tylenol." Thinking that Charlie was running an errand for his dad, my Aunt Jewel sent a bottle of Tylenol outside with Charlie.
Charlie says that when he got back outside, Uncle Jared was still not waking up, but now it was worse. Now Uncle Jared was vomiting. Charlie was a smart boy: he ran inside and found Aunt Jewel.
"Mom, I think Dad is really sick."
"What do you mean, honey? Is that why he asked for Tylenol?"
"Well, no, you see... well, he didn't ask for Tylenol. I got it for him. But c'mon you should come help him. You're a nurse, you can help him."
Aunt Jewel probably said something like, "Well, I am not a nurse yet, I have to take three more weeks of classes and then pass a test." But Charlie was right, she should be able to do something to help.
When she got to Jared she recognized immediately that he was unresponsive. He wasn't waking up, his eyes were dilated. On a hot day in July, her mind instantly went to the heat, either heat stroke or heat exhaustion. She yelled for Leroy to come help her get Jared into the house. Only you have to remember that Jared works construction, is built like a brick and as heavy as a sack of them. An unresponsive sack of bricks is hard to get from a truck to a house, so Leroy ended up throwing Jared over his shoulder and getting him back into the truck with the air on.
Aunt Jewel called an ambulance.
Over the course of the night, Uncle Jared was sedated, intubated, flown from the Quad Cities to Iowa City, given an MRI in both hospitals, and finally taken into surgery. We sat around and Googled "brain aneurysm" and realized that "The risk of death after a rupture is high." There was nothing we could do but wait, and wait, and wait.
Next time, I will tell you about the procedure the doctors performed and the effects of having a "brain drain" or a tube hanging out of your head. Yep, it is just as pretty as you are picturing right now...