A Stroke and A Bad Temper

Helpless Helpless Helpless

Sorry if I keep bouncing back to this topic!

The oddest part of the stroke seemed to be that I have no notion of it, no memory. I don't remember waking up in bed or rising from bed or falling down (from wherever I fell), I only remember becoming conscious on the bedroom rug that morning and wondering why I couldn't get up or even sit up. I could flail a bit, so I got hold of my cane and smacked everything that might make noise. It took a long time to make enough noise to be heard! Days later I saw that I had scabs on my right elbow and right leg that were thicker than I'd ever had before! No idea if those occurred while I was falling or while I was flailing. When I was finally heard making noise, everything went from bad to worse. If I'd had any will-power at the time, I might have argued about it, but the ambulance was sent for. ("Somebody got lucky, but it was an accident...") Oh, well. When I came home a month later, I bought one of those air horns that crazed football fans blow at games. Those are pretty loud. I have since lost track of where it is, so I need to go look for it. (note: found it!) With good luck, I'll never need it, but I couldn't help remembering how helpless that feeling was. I didn't need to cry after I knew it was a stroke because by then some help had arrived. If I hadn't been so mad, though, I'd have cried plenty when I was still on the floor! So I conclude that having a bad temper sometimes helps the helpless! I hope you fare well and stay angry!