On December 10, 1996, Jill Bolte Taylor woke with a terrible headache. When she got out of bed and began getting herself ready for work, she had difficulty maneuvering in her apartment. Her balance was impaired and her movements had become jerky as she struggled to get her body to do what she wanted it to do. Eventually her right arm fell completely limp for a time.
All the while she couldn’t tell what was happening to her because her thinking had also become impaired. Eventually she realized that it was a real struggle for her to recognize numbers, letters and their meaning. When she finally contacted someone on the phone to ask for help, she found that even though she knew what she wanted to say, she couldn’t make to words come out.
What was equally bizarre, however, is that even though she began to realize that she was in real trouble physically, she also had a deep sense of peace, euphoria and of being connected with the world around her. The brain chatter that normally goes on inside us was silenced as the function of the left brain was severely impaired.
Yet, her left brain still functioned enough that she understood that if she simple gave in to lie down and enjoy the euphoria, that should would never get up again. She had to get help.
Jill describes the extreme difficulty that her impaired brain had in creating and executing a plan to seek help. In many ways it is a miracle that she was able to do it at all.
Once help finally arrived, it didn’t take to long for the medical establishment to discover what was going in in her brain. A congenital weakness in blood vessel deep in her brain had begun to hemorrhage. Brain cells in her left brain had begun drowning her her own blood!
Tomorrow, we’ll turn our attention to Jill’s long road to recovery and eventually I want to describe some of the things she learned from this harrowing experience.
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