I try to schedule my work day so I can fit in a nap. Most days something hurts or doesn’t move the way it’s supposed to. I’m lost without my reading glasses. The word I speak the most in any given day is “Huh?” I own a pillbox. When I get a haircut, it includes [...]
Browsing the archives for the stroke tag
Ten days ago I was in a hospital bed, recovering from a stroke. Full of doubt, fear, and scared. Doctors had said I could make a full recovery; I might not. (These are the same doctors who hypothesized I might have MS too, so even slurring a bit was a win.) For the two days [...]
When you’ve been informed that you’ve had a stroke at age 38 and that you should be monitored due to a 2 to 7 percent chance of another incident (doc, can we narrow that down a bit, or just call it 5 percent, for argument’s sake), you tend to lose perspective. You need someone to [...]
It’s hard to believe that landing in a hospital room is something to aspire to. But after 11 hours in the emergency room and four hours of plain-old ceiling staring and thumb twiddling, that’s exactly what it is – a welcome destination. The journey is a strange one. Several hospital employees descend on you they [...]
So I was feeling a little weird – I didn’t feel sick, but my tongue felt swollen and my fingers couldn’t type with the speed and accuracy I’m used to. After a day or so I went to the doctor, who urged me to go to the emergency room for a CT-scan. The smart thing [...]
