I am really thankful. At 1 pm, on Thanksgiving Day, I was released from St. Anthony's North Hospital. I had only been in for a little over 24 hours, but it was the most unnerving day of my life.
Anne and I had spent Wednesday morning shopping for everything for the Thanksgiving meal. We had only one stop left, at Target, so Anne dropped me off at the Hobby Lobby store nearby, while she finished the shopping. I was in the art section, looking at a paintbrush (#4 filbert). When I reached up to put it back in the metal rack, I felt something wrong with my left arm. It felt as if I had a hold of a live wire. I felt several jolts in my arm, it reminded me of when I was young and would go to my Grandma Brauker's farm, and touch the electric fence, only more intense. I staggered back a step, thinking I have to move, that maybe there was something electrical in the area shocking me. I turned and took two steps toward the front of the store, then looked down and realized my left arm was hanging limp at my side. I tried to lift it, but it wouldn't move. I grabbed it with my right arm and lifted it up. It felt like lifting a 5 pound dead weight. I dropped it in panic and took two or three more steps forward, and realized that suddenly, I could feel my arm and was able to lift it again.
At that moment, my phone rang, Anne was pulling up in front of the store. I walked directly out and got in the car.
To read the rest of my adventure go to: http://brauker.com/Thanksgiving.htm
