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The Next Eleven Weeks
The roommates I had in rehab were characters. I would much rather talk about them than my struggles. All you need to know is that by the time I left the hospital, I reached my goal, and was able to walk out with no assistance. Continue reading “The Day I Had a Stroke (part 3)”
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The First Two Weeks
I don’t really remember the first week in hospital, just a slight glimpse – a doctor here, a catscan there. My brain was quite scrambled at the time. I had millions of fragmented thoughts running through my head all the time. Continue reading “The Day I Had a Stroke (part 2)”
It was the beginning of June and the start of fantastic weather, an indicator of what lied ahead for summer. I had had a great week hanging out with friends and finally being able to wear a dress. The weather here is usually unforgiving. Continue reading “The Day I Had a Stroke (part 1)”
It’s weird being in my room and actually looking around for the first time. I see my life stopped, the last 2 ½ months erased and confusion over the feeling that something has changed. I know that I’ve changed, but how? Will I ever truly know, outside of my obvious disabilities? I don’t want to go back to the place I was before. I don’t want to remember that time. As strange as it is, for the first time since I graduated high school, I have clarity. I have purpose.
For the past month I’ve been in the hospital, so I haven’t been posting. I’m still here and I’m not sure how long I’ll be. I’ll be sure to update as soon as I get a chance. Then explain things of course.
If I can update Twitter, I’ll do that.
Don’t forget about me!