the wife was supposed to make this thread for me while i was in the hospital, but she was busy with things related to my condition.
i feel weird writing this, because i hate asking for sympathy, and this forum seems to have become a place for peeps to mourn the passing of movie stars and singers.
on jan 9, i suffered a stroke.
i can type, but i'm kinda fucked up.
i can walk with a walker and someone holding a belt around my chest so i don't fall over.
sucks for an active guy like me. just was getting a routine at a great job, where i had 1 or 2 weeks a manth to go rockhounding. my hobby.
that's gone now, at least for the next few months as i recover.
it was brain stem stoke that gave me defecits on both sides. the right side of my face is numb, but my mouth doesnot droop nor do i drool. yay.
i wobble when i walk. i'll fall easily without help. water hurts my left side, weird huh? i have some double vision in the right side of my field of view. it makes me feel high in a bad way.
I was 18 days in the hospital, a week+ in the rehab unit. i have a couple more home visits from a nurse and the physical therapy, occupational threapy and speech therapy folks. The pt is helping, and the docs say someday i may be able to walk without falling, but i'll still have to use the walker.
i try not to get depressed and not to feel sorry for myself, but it's tough.
I'm only 57, a tad young even for my fam's history, to be afflicted so.
even though this post is long, it is hard to concentrate this long.
My boy has redesigned my grow room so i can go out there and wheel around on my walker seat. thank God for him, he's really stepped up.
i'm thankful that i've gone from 'nothing by mouth' to puree to mechanically altered(chopped) food.
They had put a PEG tube in my stomch to put 'food' directly into my stomach, but a night of vomiting dislodged it and i got a quart or so of 'food' pumped betwee my stomsch asn abdoman wall. got infected, shit was gushing out of my stomach around where the tube went in. a catscan and n hour later they had me in an OR pulling that bitch out. thank goodness they had upgraded me to puree by then, so they did not have to reinstall one.
never get pureed french toast, yuck.
well, i've been home for a week and still keep worrying that this fucked up feelins permanant.
wife tells me i have 45 minutes till my first post hosp. discharge doctor visit. so i have to go, love you guys,
pt / hazy