I am not quite sure what a mental health professional would say about that statement but to quote Rhett Butler, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn". Lady Bren and her world (don't you love the third person I'm using) was born due to my inability to talk. There's little that is more frustrating than going through a difficult experience and not being able to share it. While my voice did return within a few days I then had the glorious opportunity to live in a rehabilitation facility learning how to walk, eat and perform other basic life skills. While I was never much of a writer previously I could always recognize a good story when I was living it.
Outside of the occasional moments of aphasia I don't believe there are any tell tale signs that I am a stroke survivor. I know that my family still "watches" me with concern during stressful times for warning signs of a stroke and I'm not sure they'll ever stop. I wish I could assure them that I'll never have a stroke again but we all know no one can make that promise.
So I am going to leave you with 2 things.....
- Links. These are some of the more amusing reflections on my recovery:
- The ability to become a Stroke Hero by knowing the warning signs and acting F.A.S.T