I thought Thor hit the back of my head with his hammer. The first hit, I felt my skull shattered. The second hit was worse. The third left me unconscious. Luckily, my husband decided to walk the dogs with me that cold November 22nd morning. The paramedics arrived quickly and I was in surgery within an hour. Blackout. Ambulance. Paramedics unzipped my winter jacket and paused. I was wearing my bra over my shirt. Well, I get sweaty under my boobies. He cut both bra and shirt with scissors. Blackout. MRI. Blackout. Anesthesia. Surgery. Coma. Aneurysms kill people 30% instantly, 30% die in the ambulance and another 30% die during surgery. The survival percentile is only 10%. Will I survive this? Will I be the same again?