Just some random thoughts
It has been a thoughtful day today, mainly because the lab screwed up my INR so I'm stuck monitoring my blood pressure hourly to make sure I'm not bleeding internally. I could be mad at them I suppose but it wouldn't change anything...besides, my cardiologists PA will perform that task for me in her particularly savage way. LOL
At Thanksgiving I was talking with my sons father-in-law. At one point when my daughter-in-law was explaining (she is a nurse practitioner) that all the doctors are amazed not just that I survived but that my deficits are not more severe. His observation was "you obviously survived for a reason, you have unfinished business". I am still pondering that...
I've written about the first few days before but I'm just now coming to understand something about myself. When I first woke up in ICU and sort of looked around it was as if only now existed. When my wife was explaining what had happened I remember thinking "this is interesting". I remember that I had no past at that point and for most of a month after. Everything was now and I had a clean slate, no baggage. Now I can recall most of my life with some largish holes. The stroke seems to have acted as a crucible and remade me into something else, a better version of my old self I'd like to think.
Relearning all the skills I mastered by the age of 2 was an interesting if difficult exercise.
When you are in your fifties and need to be toilet trained again, you no longer feel any form of embarrassment about anything to do with your body.
Is there any medical professional in my city who hasn't seen me naked?
Getting a sponge bath from that hot nurse isn't really that exciting when you don't really have a grasp on your surroundings or yourself for that matter.
Grieve in whatever way seems right to you, then put on your big boy pants. Your family had a stroke too and they need you. They can't be strong if you aren't.
Wishing it weren't so won't make your brain all better.
Embrace your new reality, it is different, frustrating, maddening and full wonder. Explore it, explore yourself and find your inner warrior who won't fold up because having a stroke sucks. Yes it does suck, but it is the hand you were dealt and only you can decide how to play it.
I'm not sure why I felt the need to go into all that...but I do feel better for having done so for some reason. I'll chalk it up to an electrical storm inside my skull.
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