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When I woke up...

I had a bunch of stitches in my head. My wife said I also had a shunt in to relieve the pressure is my head. Dr. Bejamin said (to my wife) that I only had 2 or 3 hours before I passed away from the pressure on my brain and in my head.  My head (5 weeks removed from surgery) still itches but I have had all the stitches removed completely. 

I woke up in CCU at Iowa Methodist hospital. I vaguely remember people coming to see me. I don't remember anything they said, I just remember that they were there. I had surgery on December 10th and I woke up on I think December 13 or 14. I was moved onto the 5th floor of Iowa Methodist and was then given the option (at the bargain rate of $2,000 - $6,000 a DAY) to move to Younker Recovery and Rehab. I served in the Army from 1989 unil 1994 so I qualified for VA treatment at the VA rehab center in Knoxville.

I don't remember being at the Des Moines VA the first time, but I remember this trip to the Des Moines VA center. I was there from December 20 thru December 22. Then I was transferred on December 22 to the Knoxville VA rehab center. I stayed in Knoxville Rehab until January 1st. After that I was on pass and then I was released completely from Physical Therapy and Occupational Therapy. I still have to see the Speech therapist, but I will only have to go to see in 2 weeks and then I will see what happens from there.

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