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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    CA
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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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.
  4. Lin: I don't use the term therapy dog lightly. At first the therapy dog progress reports were kind of tongue in cheek, but really, my dog is probably responsible for way more than half of my ongoing recovery. She provides constant motivation to get better, be active and get outside. More importantly, she senses when I'm feeling down and sticks her head under my hand for a scratch or pat. How can you be depressed under this onslaught? Love the furry photos, keep em coming. Even the pretend ones.
  5. Out this morning after a night of rain, working on weak right arm by playing fetch with the doggie. We started this routine as a daily ritual as soon as I could get out of the house after the cva. First with a scooter and now under my own power. The new update to the site makes it easier to upload pics, so here goes...meet my trusty sidekick. I say the daily walks are for her, but they really keep me going.
  6. Hit the nail right on the head ,Becky, this was and continues to be, very nice of them. Now that I think about it, there are many weeks during the summer when I have dinner with my boss most days. When it's grilling time I cook dinner a couple of nights. This is the guy who came out to Texas when I had my stroke, and rode my motorcycle home. I count my blessings every time I share his table. What I really want to convey is my thanks for the casual way they get me out of the house and include me in their family meals.
  7. and his wife is scrambling to find suitable containers to send me home with leftovers. She comes up with two Pyrex containers and I feel a little guilty. I've got a slew of plastic containers at home from previous dinners. I promise to round some up and bring them with me next visit. Of course, being a man, I need to wash the containers. As I'm washing away I realize that I have quite the stack of plastic containers. Then another realization sets in, I have dinner at my boss's house several times a week. My old boss and I were friends before I went to work for him, but he and his wife have been making sure I get a good dinner several times a week. We're close enough that I pretty much have a standing invitation to dinner, but I would never just show up. He knows this and calls before dinner time and asks if I've gotten dinner yet. If not, the conversation usually goes something like this, "It's spaghetti night if you want to come over." Often his kids are over and grandkids are running amok. Food, pleasant company and a floor show, pretty good combination.
  8. Here are a few recovery spikes that snuck up on me over the past year. * Walking, speed increased. My daily four mile walk usually took two and a half hours, now it takes two. While walking I would barely lift my weak foot off the ground and swing it forward. Effective but prone to tripping over the smallest obstacles. Now actually lift my foot and step forward, much safer. This is probably the biggest improvement. * Strength, last year I could lift and hold about ten pounds and carry the weight around. About two bags of groceries. Now twenty five pounds. * Fetch with my dog, last year could throw the ball with a chuckit fifty yards. Now the ball routinely sails seventy five yards. The dog thinks this is the most important improvement! * Driving, last year my foot would occasionally fall off the brake pedal, and I felt like everyone was coming into my lane. Now foot transfers from gas to brake and back routinely and I'm much more comfortable in traffic. * Concentration, last year my train of thought often left the station without me onboard. This year I catch 90% of the trains and I'm usually on time. Hopefully more to update next year
  9. Congrats! Knowing you're not trapped at home, priceless.
  10. Short answer: emphatic yes, if it's safe to do so. Get your Dr's and therapist's OK. Then go through all dmv requirements. I did not do any of these and my first year of driving was an emotional and physical nightmare. My foot would constantly fall off the pedals and I would have to use my left foot to recover. I felt like everyone was coming into my lane. I could drive but would only when I absolutely had to. Have since done it the right way and could have saved myself a lot of anxiety, and possible injury.
  11. Hi Sandy, my hand was clenched in a fist for a while. I used my unaffected hand to open the clenched hand then would hold my hand open by flattening out on a table. Also used the good hand to flex the curled fingers. After a few months the tone lessened and I started getting back some movement and graduated to hand exercisers. Still stretch the fingers open as part of my daily exercises. Still slow opening hand after five years but I've got full range of hand motion. Good luck.
  12. Hang in there Donna, I KNOW you will find a place where you are OK with who you are. YOU started that bus ride a while ago. Continue the ride and enjoy what life brings now.
  13. and it's been almost five years. Background to my blow up. I get a call from my dad and he wants my scooter. Walking is getting difficult due to a bad ticker. Dig out the scooter and the batteries are dead. Head over to the battery store after disassembling the battery pack. Had a struggle with actually getting the batteries out cause they were velcro attached. Pretty proud of myself at this point. Get to the store, battery in tow, and I see a big sign on the door. "No batteries can be brought into store." BLOW UP, how am I supposed to show them what I need? I put the battery down on a cart conveniently placed by the door, and go inside, ready to give the poor salesperson a piece of my mind. Remember, my mind is broken. "How am I supposed to show you what I need if I can't bring my "!*!ing battery in?" I'm pretty wound up at this point. The salesman calmly answers, "We can easily figure out what you need. Another salesman, hearing the commotion, walks out the door and looks at my battery. "Got em," he says, "the fire department prohibits batteries in the store, sorry." Just as quickly, I calm down and apologize for my outburst. At least that's one good thing, I don't stay angry.
  14. If this story had started out, "Beer in one hand..." somebody would have gotten burned because the beer would have been a priority.
  15. Now that clears things up. A sock or two goes missing almost every load. I've found stray socks in the drier vent or behind the washer tub, but not enough to account for all the missing socks. Aliens with a sock fetish...hmmmm.