Surviving (Literally)

Hello Readers,

I know, I know...I sound like a broken record when I say that I was busy and that I'm going to start blogging again. But I promise...So much has happened since my last post. 

First off, I got married. :)
I had a Literature themed wedding so I'll be creating a  separate post showing all the wonderful book themed items in my wedding. 


Next, I tried to get my read back on. My husband and I committed to the 52 Hike Challenge, and along with wedding planning, this took over my reading life. I am slowly getting back into reading. In fact, I actually sparked my husband's joy of reading as well. He has finished reading 3 books so far!!! Yay! I asked him to contribute his thoughts on these books on here, so you'll be seeing some posts by him soon. We have also read some books together, which I plan to have a "His & Hers" reviews too. I'm excited about that.

Now on a more serious note:
I am surviving. That's right. Surviving.

A week after returning from our honeymoon, I got really sick. I was hospitalized for over two weeks. It started with a migraine but then it escalated to the point where I stopped talking, stopped swallowing (I was choking on my own saliva), and stopped walking. I was in and out of consciousness. My left side of the face went paralyzed. 

At first, the neurologist thought I was having a stroke, thus he immediately rushed me to the hospital. But I kept getting worse and all my lab results showed otherwise. I had three CT Scans, 3 MRIs, countless of X-rays, 2 Spinal Tap procedures, 4-7 vials of blood taken from me every day, was given an oxygen mask as well as a suction machine for my choking, and was given a feeding tube. I was on my death bed and 6 doctors could not figure out was wrong with me. In fact, they still don't know what's wrong with me. 

I started to get better when my neurologist decided to give me steroids. As soon as they were administered, I "woke" up. I started talking, swallowing, and somewhat walking again. 

I was discharged on August 1st and I am receiving therapy at home. I am doing a heck of a lot better since my ordeal but I still have a long road of recovery. I am currently getting my strength back and trying to stay positive. My current motto is: #chingona.  Which means "bad ass" in Spanish because I am determined to get better. 

Readers, I ask for prayers for a speedy recovery and hopefully find out the prognosis soon. 

In the mean time, thank you for taking the time to read this.