I'm back from vacation in Daytona Beach and we had fun. The Hilton in beach cabanas. We hd a reduced price because our niece works for the Hampton Inns.
Anyway, We drove over to Orlando and went to Sea World. My legs were very swollen and hurt bigtime so I rented a scooter. I was able to keep up with kids, always have a seat, store stuff in my basket, have special areas to sit in when we went to shows...It was so much fun without the hurt and the hassle. I realize I can't depend on the
I thought "Slmstrokeangel" was an innocent cute name. My husband told me to make something up for security reasons.
It wasn't until I googled "Stroke Magazine" that my innocence was broken. See for yourself...
I have to have my gall bladder taken out on the 13th. The doctor is going to try to do it laporscopically(Spelling) but theres a 40 % chance he won't be able to because of scar tissue so then he'll do it the oldfashioned way.
My daughter is coming for a few days but she is going home the 12th. I don't know what she is thinking.
She didn't come when I had the stroke either.
I'm slowly but surely killing myself. I have diabetes and I can't stop bingeing.
I'm so fat now I'm buying a bigger size. My clothes don't fit. I'm a mess.
I know all the bad stuff that can kill me. And I did quit smoking. I still drink when
its social. I have heart issues. I need to have my gall bladder out. The list goes on.
I guess I'm having a pity party and you are all invited
Whew! There are so many depressed people out there. I've been reading all the board entries and I can't really remember when there have been so many vents. There are so many in my church that are hurting too. What can I do?
Sara is my youngest granddaughter. She will be four in May.
I didn't get to bond with her because of my stroke like I did the others.
I can really tell the difference. She throws fits when I'm around, treats me meanly,
and is thoroughly anti-Granni. When I had to pick the girls up from school she started
screaming and crying so I had to literally pick her up and stuff her in the car.
I'm hopeful that I can break through her resolve. I just thought I'd share because
Did I tell you the news about my heart?
The mitral and aortic valves are leaking and the aorta is almost filled with plaque. My husband told me there was a piece of calcified stuff hanging on by a thread and moving as my heartbeat.
The doctor told him it would go to my legs instead of my brain if it broke off. This was from the TEE
Two deacons and the pastor prayed over me before the catheterization and when the cardiologist was
finished he came into the room looking a littl
I wish I was a strong woman.
Women who get things done. I've always admired them and for a little while in my
life I was strong, but since my stroke I'm afraid I can't do things I used to do.
Just like my speech and aphasia, I lost my power and depend too much on others.
I really admire jriva and hostsue as strong women. There are others on the boards I admire,
too many to name.
If I traded places with my husband and it was he who had the stroke I'd like to think I
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Yes, I admitted I was a social misfit on the boards...
Shy , phobias, depressed, bipolar, addictive personality. You name it.
This all changed (except a few) when I had the stroke and I 'm really enjoying life now.
I know a lot more people but I hesitate to call them friends. I can't confide in them.
I can have fun with them however, and I guess that's what counts.
I have been living too sweetly since my stroke. The mere mention of food makes my blood sugars go up.
And I don't have any control. Last night I ate half a can of chocolate toffee almonds. This morning my blood sugar was 483. No secret about what thats doing do my arteries.
I laugh when they ask if I have my blood sugars in control. I don't have ME in control. :laughbounce:
I guess this will be my next problem. I have developed heart valve and coronary artery disease.
I've been through almost everything but heart attacks. :head_hurts:
I have to go get some tests next Wed (29th). A catheter w/stents and an esophageal ultrasound with the possibility of open heart surgery. I read that stroke is possible with the insertion of stent. I read too much.
I started driving again. I ran out of gas the other day because my gas gage is broken and I didn't know it.
Then today I was thinking I might be low and stopped for gas. I couldn't get the gas cap off.
I love Fall. It is a feeling mixed with the crispness in the air and the scent of leaves burning. The memories of movie drive-ins and Halloween joys. The excitement of starting school in September. Octoberfests, homecomings and new episodes of my favorite television shows.
I got back. The group we traveled with was about 20 years older than us.
We had a wonderful time. It was the trip of a lifetime. It was very expensive but worth it.
A few of the people were in wheelchairs and the crew was very accommadating. I could do everythng I wanted to do.
I am truly blessed.
I feel like writing more.
I miss Hostpam and goddessmd. Where could they have gone?
I was reading about how a young person strokes and everybody in rehab is older than her. I felt young when I stroked , at 51; Now I feel as old as dirt. I hang out with the seniors at church. I just don't feel like trying to keep up with the folks my age. :head_hurts:
Apparently that was enough to make my husband realize I can drive.
He was in the hospital with an infection in his leg and I've been driving the Hummer since my car needs a sticker. It's easy to drive but parking is hard.
I'm usually talkative when I am visiting the hospital because the nurses and workers are use to dystharia, but one nurse kinda hurt my feelings. She referred to me as "I guess she's pretty quiet for you," right in front of me. Am I just being too sensitive? It doe
John and I went to driving school today and it wasn't what I thought it would be at all. It was a class that drivers have to take to satisfy judges' orders . I need some driving teacher to observe me drive and to say I'm allright.
But I wish I could talk. There was a point at which I could tell an anecdote about my kids but I didn't dare to because there was young people there. They were already laughing at a poor old deaf man and I didn't want them laughing at me.
Whenever I talk to people I'm sure of I find it helps to look away from their face so I don't get distracted.
New persons I can hardly make myself understood. I explain about the stroke, the aphasia and the apraxia,
if I can get it out and always say, "I can only talk to people who have patience." Then they pay attention because people like to feel they have patience.
When I speak to a crowd I write it out and just read it. I've only done it where I was sure of everyone. I don't
I was just thinking the other day about how much I had done since I had my stroke.
I learned to talk, walk, play on a PSP, attend a church mission trip and tell about it in church, travel, deep sea fishing (caught a barracuda - well, it was on my fishing pole), eulogize at my B-I-L's funeral,attend a Halloween party as a stroke "victim" (I wore a helmet that looked like a brain and put a bandaid on it-I know I'm sick) and alot more.
I'm going to driving class and to a Hawaiin cruise i
It seems I had been taking too much lithobid because I had lost too much weight.
When it was stopped my husband said it was just like turning on a lightswitch. I started to improve.
I had gotten back my right side except my for my face. The lower right side was still paralyzed.
I didn't need the "thickit" added to the liquids. But my attempts to talk were to no avail.
My words -when they came to me was a problem and getting them out was another.
Jibber jabber. I h
