My memory of the time around my stroke is very confused. I chuckle when I see these FAST messages from the Stroke Association, because this certainly isn’t consistent with my own experience.
I remember first feeling that something was wrong on a Sunday morning, as I got up. But we had arranged to go to the cinema that day – Dads Army! – and, beyond asking my wife to drive because I was unsteady, carried on as normal. At the end of the film, I found it difficult to walk, and was lurching, looking for things to steady me all the while. But there was no pain in any of this – in fact there was no pain throughout the whole experience.
The next day, a Monday, my wife convinced me to go and see my doctor. He did some preliminary tests, then sent me to the local hospital. I remember he measured my sugar, and also remember that it was around 12. Not particularly low, but not excessively high either. Anyway, my wife drove me to the hospital, I saw a guy who did some tests, handed me a couple of pills, and sent me home.
I lasted until the following Wednesday, when there had been no improvement. Back to the doctor’s surgery, back to the hospital. Along the way, mt doctor measured my sugar – still around 12, although I had hardly eaten anything in the past few days. This time, however, the hospital admitted me and it transpired that I’d had a stroke. There then followed a month or so in hospital, when for much of the time I had no use of my legs..
As regards dates, I have a memory of coming back from hospital on 11 March 2016. Backtracking, I know I was just about in hospital for Valentine’s Day, so I assume that these events happened in the week leading up to it, so I was admitted on 10 February 2016. Unfortunately, I’m no longer in contact with the stroke consultant, so I’m not sure how I can check this, although I am back on the ward regularly (in fact, I was up there yesterday), I suppose I could ask them if I feel strongly enough about it. And, to complicate matters further, I thought I was discharged on a Wednesday, but 11 March 2016 was a Friday.
Of course, not only is the stroke itself shrouded in mystery, but so too are the events immediately preceding it. I remember one of my last pre-stroke purchases was my Sony tablet, and looking at my emails, I see that this would have been in early February 2016 – I can see the order but have no record of the delivery.. But I remember struggling to configure it – including getting a SIM card for it – while I was in hospital.
Imagine my surprise yesterday, when I received a letter saying that the 12-month subscription I took out last year had expired on 25 February 2017! I’m not disputing the subscription itself, but that date would put me firmly in a hospital bed! And this when I would have had very little technology on me, and even less desire to use it.
Murkier and murkier…