I had an interesting morning today. I was told about this workshop organised by the Stroke Association, I had a free morning, I secured a lift, so I popped along. Aside from being interesting to meet some new people, I had to bite my tongue when they talked about stroke care. Dial 999, priority treatment, etc.
I won’t go into massive detail here, but suffice to say that when I rocked up at hospital….they sent me straight home! It was only when I turned up again 2 days later, feeling somewhat worse, that I was admitted into hospital.
Also, the workshop raised the point that one of the biggest anxieties suffered by stroke survivors is whether they will have another stroke. But, when current technology is such that causes of strokes often aren’t known, I’d defy any rational person not to feel anxious!
But there were some fun attempts to get (mostly) able-bodied people to appreciate what it feels like to have a stroke. However, I can say with some authority, if the reader would like some appreciation of how my particular stroke feels, just go through to the kitchen and butter a piece of bread, one-handed, using your non-dominant hand. You’ll be surprised that both the tub of spread and the piece of bread appear to have wheels, and I can guarantee hours of fun (almost) as you chase these things around! Not quite so much fun if you’re trying to make your lunch.