So I am 10 weeks post stroke an doing better than you can imagine in many ways. 10 weeks ago I couldn't stand or pick up my left arm. Today I am able to safely walk and am using my left hand to to help type this (but not as quick or mistake free as I would like, but...). Well here in the States I have been covered by FMLA since my stroke, meaning I could afford my to continue my health insurance and had a guarantee my job would be there. Well, FMLA runs out after 12 weeks, and now the quest
Since last time I've typed to you I received a first draft of the divorce agreement. We are trying to avoid a messy court battle, at least I am. I really don't want to drag the kids through that.
First, let me say that I am largely at fault for the failed marriage. I'd probably estimate the fault lays 70/30 on my head. I did some things I regret and she can't forgive me for them (not that I blame her). I didn't cheat on her, but I just wasn't a very good husband.
I get the agre
Spring, or maybe summer has sprung, and that has me getting a bit itchy. First, I would like to get out of the house a bit more, and when I darned well please. Around here that means climbing into the car and going. Well 8 weeks post stroke I am still stuck. I know some of you are now rolling your eyes and are telling me to keep my pants on. It's only been 8 weeks, why do you need to drive. Well in the month that I have been out of the hospital I have been on time to rehab exactly one time
First, thank to everyone for the great response to my first entry. It is always great knowing that I am not alone
It was a busy weekend for me. Friday night we went to dinner and the theater and saw Over the River and Through the Woods at a small community theater. They did in in "theater in the round style and used wooden platforms to raise the back rows of seats. Besides being uncomfortable on the hard chairs, I spent the entire play fearing that my clonus :bouncing_off_wall: would s
Hi there. I have been toying with the idea of blogging here for a week or so. So much has changed for me over the past 6 weeks or so. At 36 the last place I ever thought I would be is recovering from a stroke. But it is has been a capper to a year of change. Last May my wife of 12 1/2 years and three wonderful kids decided that we needed some time apart (We finally agreed to divorce while I was in the hospital). In September I quit using smokeless tobacco, an addiction that consumed me for
