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Bleeding Brain


Our father was found on the morning to Ganesh Chaturti , an important Hindu festival, lying facedown on the floor.  My grandma surprised why he was on the floor and not sleeping on his bed, tried waking him up to realize that he had vomited.  

When rushed to a neighborhood hospital, they found his pulse very low, black blood coming out of his nose, and the CT-Scan showed a massive hemorrhage.   He was immediately rushed to a specialty hospital and surgery was performed by one the leading Neuro Surgeons in the city.  

Since the bleed was massive, we except that he was atleast bleeding for over four to five hours during the night.  The vomit had aspirated into his lungs causing a major infection, a big source of worry even post operation.


We learnt that the bleed in our father’s brain was an intra cerebral hemorrhage in the basal ganglia region due to hyper tension (which apparently is a main cause of a basal ganglia bleed).   Yes, he was a hypertension patient for many years and was on medication.  Either he hadn’t taken medication in the past couple of months or did not change them as they are supposed to do.

Symptoms of such bleed we later learnt were headache, nausea, vomiting and impairment of consciousness.  All this might have occurred during the night, which led to vomiting and fainting on the floor. 

This where basal ganglia is located in the brain.  Speech, motor movements, sensation and personality depend on basal ganglia region.



  



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