Familiar face
Tonight in Wal*Mart I ran into a familiar face. I knew, I knew this face from a dark, sad, Hellhole I was in, but I couldn't remember where I knew her from.
Our eyes met and I thought she knew me to, but she kept walking.
She then turned around, and said "Is your name Amy?"
Her face clicked!!! She was a survivor friend from rehab! I almost didn't recognize her out of her wheelchair.
WE had exchanged phone #'s, (in rehab) but I had hers in my wheel chair backpack that my hubby had threw away contents. I searched and searched, and even called wrong #'s to find her, and 2 yrs later I find her in grocery store. She looked very good. I couldn't tell she had had a stroke. She is back to work.
WEnt back to work right after stroke.
Apparently we both received very different news post stroke. She started driving without taking $1,500 driving test and had a positive out look from doctors on her recovery.
I felt like my doctors were saying "You are a worthless cripple, shrivel up and die somewhere ..."
That is just how I took all of their 'test'
Having a stroke to me is like pulling someone off the street, getting them s-faced drunk and having them perform ADL's in front of judges. IT is HARD!! And depressing.
That is why I 'quit' my rehab specialist doc., b/c he had me suicidal after every visit!! -He was a doctor of no hope, no getting better.
And I was paying $$ to see him?? It's not like I struggled with depression/selfesteem before stroke! Give me a break!!
-He had all my freaking charts/files.
I hope it wasn't bad of me to drop him as a doctor. My Nuero and PCP are my team now. They cheer me on, and have faith in me.
**Sorry I didn't mean to bring up buried feelings of the past.
-Amy
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