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raysrightside

Stroke Survivor - male
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About raysrightside

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  • Birthday 05/18/1963

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  • Stroke Anniversary (first stroke)
    02-25-2012
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    Ray
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  1. Doggie got used to riding in the sidecar last Wednesday morning. She only tried to jump out when we stopped at an intersection during her first ride. When she figured that the sidecar takes her to the dog park, she was all in. Just when she was getting really comfortable in it, I took it off to get it painted. Now she runs up to the bike and wonders, "Where do I sit?" Hope it gets done soon.
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  3. Thanks Lin, was able to upload directly from phone as a guest but when I tried to do it in a member gallery that option disappeared. What am I missing here...
  4. Goggles, check. Already figuring new ways to fold my leg over the seat. As an aside, when I had the stroke and quit riding, gas here was about $4.50/gal. Pleasantly surprised to fill up the bike for a total of $10.75. Yahoo!
  5. So I got the sidecar so I don't have to take my weak foot off the floorboard. Finally back on the hog. Sidecar needed a brake installed so bike went in to the shop. Finally got it back last week, time to take the doggie for a ride. She loved it and now whenever I start up the bike, she barks and gets all wound up. Someone please give me instructions on the easiest way to post photos from my phone. There used to be such an option on here, but I can't access it. Challenge now is getting on the bike. Since I can no longer straddle the bike from the right side (sidecar is in the way), I have to get on from the left and swing my weak right leg over the seat. Not as easy as it sounds when you can only lift the leg two feet with great effort. Have to lift leg with my hand over the seat and basically collapse onto the seat. Not a graceful process, but gets the job done. Was easier to train the dog to jump in the sidecar and ride along. Spent the weekend tooling around town and posing for pictures. Apparently everyone loves a dog in a sidecar.
  6. Make sure it has a mini USB plug so I can charge my phone. XL please for my big brain, or is that just swelling?
  7. The closest place to see the total eclipse was Oregon, a two day drive away. Coincidentally, an old employer had retired to Newport, Oregon a perfect and beautiful place to see the eclipse. So I called my old boss and fishing buddy to see if there was room at the in for the event. Apparently he was expecting a full house, but said to come on up and we would figure out the accommodations. The furthest I had driven before was about six hours, so I was a little apprehensive. All the news reports warned of heavy traffic along the path of totality, so I packed up the car three days early, loaded up the dog, and started driving North. My brother lives conveniently halfway to Oregon, so we had a place to crash the first night of our adventure. Fortunately, the drive was uneventful. My nervousness faded as the miles flew by and I actually started to enjoy the drive. Frequent stops to let the doggie out broke up the long drive nicely and at around five pm we pulled up to my brother's house. After a nice visit and good night's sleep, we set off on day two of the eclipse adventure. Now the scenery through Northern California and Oregon really made the drive enjoyable and my boss suggested the most scenic route into Newport along several rivers and finally the coast. After arriving at my buddy's house, I can see why he's been hounding me to visit. His view out the front window is the bay bridge on the 101 in Newport. What a setting to see the total eclipse. Spent a nice weekend catching up, viewed the eclipse from an uncrowded fishing pier. Went fishing and crabbing like old times, the leisurely drive home Wednesday. On the way back drove straight through, with two short naps, 22 hours. Solo road trips off my post stroke bucket list.
  8. Pre stroke I was always the calm one, telling everyone to relax. Now I'm the one that goes ballistic at the drop of a hat. My emotions bubble over readily too. I am now basically opposite emotionally and I'm okay with that. I recently connected with an old friend from high school. After visiting with her one afternoon, she commented, "you've really changed. You were always friendly, but guarded. You're more open now, and share your feelings." I can live with that.
  9. Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on tv. This story I know from personal experience, your mileage may vary. Ischemic stroke on left hemisphere, right side affected with severe aphasia. Became fanatic about rehab. Physical Therapy kicked me out after two years because I was already doing more exercises on my own than the therapists were doing during our sessions. If I have any questions or concerns I can still see my pt. After five years, I still see measurable progress. For example, for the last four years I have taken my dog to the park to play fetch for an hour every day. We don't miss many days. I started throwing the ball with my good left hand so the dog would get a good workout. Toward the end of the hour at the park, I would throw a few with my right hand. Year one, I could throw the ball about ten feet. Year two, 25 feet. Year three, about 40 feet. Year four, 50 feet, but with a chuckit about 50 yards. Still use the left hand first until the dog gets tired, then work the right hand for fifteen minutes. Year five, throwing with the right hand the whole time. Ball goes about a 100 feet in the air. Still not pre stroke distance, but progress. The attending doctor at the hospital told my mom I would probably never walk again and painted a bleak picture about my potential for gaining movement on my right side. Glad I wasn't listening.
  10. Congrats Benni, perfect time to reflect on how far you have come. At one year post stroke I was an emotional mess, angry and hoping that everything would go back to the way it was. Your positive attitude and daily exercise will make your next anniversary report even better.
  11. Success!!! Both with the installation, and the test ride. Except for the welding (had it done by a certified structural welder friend) I did the whole install job myself. Pretty happy and proud of myself right now. If only I could reach around and pat myself on the back. I really miss scratching my back too. Thanks for the good luck wishes, I'm sure they helped for a safe and successful sidecar foray. Next project, train doggie to go for a ride in it. Keep the luck coming.
  12. But my right foot doesn't cooperate consistently. The problem isn't putting foot down and supporting the weight of the motorcycle, it's lifting my foot off the floorboard to put it on the pavement. Current solution is to work my foot off the floorboard well in advance of a stop and let foot hang until I need to put it down. Emergency stops is what bothers me. Will the errant foot move, or not. Don't want to be humpty dumpty on a hog. Or more likely on the road. So this spring I found a classic sidecar. Read "classic" as old, circa late 60's early 70's. But I liked the body and more importantly, had a nice big open cockpit for my doggie. Worked on it a little here and there, and finally it's on the bike. I say a little because a couple hours of sitting on a low stool and wrenching is about my limit. Then there is the requisite recovery day, or three, to look forward to. Finally, it's ready for a test drive. Going to wait for the weekend, probably early morning, no traffic...wish me luck.
  13. After five years my emotions still go from 0 to 100 in seconds. Anger, crying, and on the upside, laughter. Thanks for the REALLY good laugh!
  14. Stick with the exercises Benni, my leg and foot were the last things to wake up and stairs were a particular problem. Still working on the leg and foot but can lead up the stairs with the weak leg. Gotta remember, legs are heavy!
  15. Didn't take it that way Lin, no need to be sorry. What I wanted to covey was just how much this dog kept me focused on getting better. She's the best therapist ever...she doesn't get frustrated or upset and uses a waggy tail for motivation.
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