Over the past few years I think I’ve been slowly having a stroke on the left side of my body. First it was the lower extremities that needed tidying up. I survived being cut open and having parts taken out quite well and then I was on to bigger and better things.
Things went along swimmingly for a while and I didn’t hurt myself tripping over a cat or falling down stairs. This was a good sign that my stroke was dormant. However shortly after Thanksgiving and a prolonged self diagnosed of “ignoring it and it will go away” and consuming a few bottles of Ibuprofen, the achenes in the left side of my face continued to get worse. So I went to one of my favorite places…the dentists. Yup you guessed it, but you may have guessed wrong, I had TWO root canals. Now that’s livin aint it? I survived that one better than I thought possible. The stroke was dormant yet again.
Months went by and nothing happened to me, but still a very large hole was left in my world. It wasn’t me I was worried about having a stroke. I can’t believe it’s been almost two years since Rocky has died, it blows me away on a daily basis.
I must have had some sort of solar flare strike me or the stroke was coming out of hibernation. I see things and they look logical, but what comes out of my mouth is suspect. See for yourself in this past post. It could have been a stroke working up to full power.
There was must have been some good health karma going on when I decided to make this change. I haven’t been disappointed since I moved my blog to Word press. Nope I don’t get anything in return for telling them how wonderful they are.
The stroke in a more physical form….youchie! It’s all better now, but it was hit and miss for a while. I had to have been under the influence of a stroke when I made this stupid decision….the left part of my brain was just not working. I hope it’s back now.
What was I thinking getting this cat and watching her stroke out just about every day of her almost 20 years. I could have been wealthy in$tead.
Now this is where the stroke starts ramping up again. My left eye had been wonky for so long I didn’t know it could be fixed. Well, praise be to Barbie, I have nothing to bitch about when it comes to my eyesight, but it was indeed a struggle. Don’t forget parts two…and three.
That’s bring us to my last post. You remember…all the heads being stretched and manipulated. Well my reoccurring-slow-moving-stroke is playing havoc with my neck and back, the left side of my neck and back…notice the pattern? I’m going to physical therapy for the joy of it and might even get to see the inside of an MRI next week. I hurt, and it pains me to sit up and type, so I’m going to go now. You enjoy all those past posts. That really was me on the rack…I figure I’ll be about 5ft 8in by the time this is all through.