Saturday, April 19, 2008

Stupid stroke stuff

SAY THE MAGIC WORD

Been home about 3 nights now. Bumping into furniture, playing with every cane I can find, since I HATED the walkers and am horrified by any but brief contact with the wheelchair.

I'm not so bad as I could be and yet this very second of time is difficult. I tired in 20 minutes at the keyboard, and that's not long and my balance is hell, too. Steps are tough.

The oddest thing about my stroke is that for the longest time in the hospital I couldn't think of/say the word "stroke". Then I forgot Woody Allen's name. Yup, things could be worse than this. I woke up a month ago on the floor and couldn't get up and couldn't make enough noise to be heard. Rescue thus delayed half an hour. Time never moved so slow as that.

This esoteric conceit clumsily conceived by Ron Southern at 1:06 PM

6 comments:

  1. Twilight4/19/2008 1:41 PM

    You are typing much better than your first message after the stroke, Ron, in spite of the tiredness. Well done you!!

    I've experienced the effects of strokes to my own friends and loved ones in the past and it's scarey to watch, but that's minuscule to the dreadful feeling
    it must be for the sufferer.

    Think of you often - sending hugs and love.

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  2. Ron Southern4/19/2008 7:51 PM

    Hope I'm not creating a pictgure wrse than it is. As usual, I look better than I feel, so I show little outward sign of the stroke. I'm more unstable walking, though.

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  3. fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.com4/19/2008 8:56 PM

    I called and called my mom last night (she's 81) and got no answer on either her home or cellphone. I decided I better go see her...about 20 minutes from here.

    All the way over I dreaded finding her laying in the floor, or crumpled in the tub!

    However, turns out she went to a recital and had to turn her phone off...I also forgot that she told me she was going.

    It all turned out fine, but laying prone in the floor for any length of time can't be fun. So, I'm glad it wasn't any longer and also turned out well.

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  4. Debbie Does Nothing4/20/2008 6:17 AM

    Both of my parents had strokes. I'm sure the rehab people told you - the more you do the things you do, whether it's walking or typing or trying to think of the right word, the easier it gets. It's good to see you here.

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  5. Shrinky4/21/2008 2:02 AM

    That must have been a terrifying experience Ron, I'm so sorry to hear about this. Thank heavens you are working towards a recovery now - I'm thinking fondly of you - big hugs, bonny lad. x

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  6. Ron Southern4/22/2008 3:36 PM

    Bony lad?! What kind of vulgarity is that?! But, sometimes, I guess? So what if you have a respectable life somewhere--in my dreams I have one of those bonies for you and only regret that it can't reach across the ocean. Sign...

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