I retired on disability [boo hoo, woe is me] June, 2004. Still yearn to get back to work, but second best ain'r real bad. I live in a beautiful, safe, and quiet community less than 25 miles from all the trouble I can cause/handle in Tampa.
I retired on disability [boo hoo, woe is me] June, 2004. Still yearn to get back to work, but second best ain'r real bad. I live in a beautiful, safe, and quiet community less than 25 miles from all the trouble I can cause/handle in Tampa.
October 20, 2009 8:50am
Ok, ok, it's written from Sun City Center in Florida.
Today is a particularly good one. I woke. Not only that but I discovered …
hi, Bruce; you don't know me yet, but just thought maybe you could use a friendly hug from someone with the same idssue as you do (stroke survivor) Please take care and, God bless!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY. AND I WANT TO KNOW WHEN IN THOSE 9 YEARS YOU THOUGHT THERE MIGHT BE A CHANCE FOR RECOVERY. MY HUBBY STROKED ON MAY 12 THIS YEAR. I KNOW EACH IS DIFFERENT BUT I CAN'T MAKE MYSELF HAVE ANY HOPE FOR HIM. PARALIZED RIGHT SIDE ONLY. CAN MOVE RIGHT LEG SOME NOT MUCH. NEVER LOST THOUGHTS -SPEECH-MEMORY- ECT. TALKS SLURRED BUT UNDERSTANDABLE. CAN'T WALK. SITS FLOPPY. EATS FAIRLY WELL. THINKS ALOT. WHY ME IS BEGINNING OF EACH SENTENCE. DID YOU IMPROVE CONTINUALLY? DR'S TOLD US WHAT HE DIDN'T GET IN FIRST 12 MONTHS HE WOULD NEVER GET. WHICH IS RIGHT?? i AM SCARED. i WANT TO LIVE TOO. SHOULD I WAIT FOREVER JUST IN CASE OR LISTEN TO DR'S AND MOVE ON? BY MOVE ON I MEAN MOVE BACK HOME TO MY PEOPLE AS I AM HERE WITH JUST HIM AND HIS. I THOUGHT ABOUT SELLING ALL AND LEAVING. OF COURSE I WOULD PUT HIM IN NURSING HOME WHERE I GO BUT VISITING WOUILD SLOW DOWN I AM SURE. IN BAD HEALTH MYSELF AND CAN'T GO WITH ALL THE STRESS OF LEAVING THE HOUSE EVERY DAY TO GO TO THE HOME AND VISIT. IT IS HARD ON ME. I HAVE TO UNLOAD ANDK RELOAD MY LITTLE RASCLE, AND CARRY MY PORTABLE OXYGEN TANK. IT NEVER ENDS...
My world changed forever at 5:30AM on May 30, 2000 when I had my rupturing AVM-type hemorrhagic stroke. That put me into a month-long coma and was the start of three months in the hospital. Walked [or my unreasonable facsimile thereof] a year later, so put my wheelchair in the closet. Gave it to the Children's Hospital two months later when I grew tired of its siren call of how it could make things sooo much easier. Over nine years since The Event, I am still improving.
