Holiday Time

I went away on holiday with my wife last week, my first time away from home since the stroke.

We stayed in a “normal” room, i.e. not one for disabled people. Deliberate – I had to know if I could cope. It was an organised coach trip up to Scarborough. Aimed at more “senior” people, a lot of my criticisms were based on this age thing. For example, the hotel was without internet, and nobody was bothered, except for my wife and I.

Getting onto the coach was very dependent on where we were parked, but was generally okay – there were plenty of things to hold on to, to lever myself in. I tended not try moving when the coach itself was moving, I found that my bad leg was prone just to flopping out into the central aisle.

The room itself was en-suite, with both bath and a shower. I have that at home, but with grab rails. Here, there were none and I did not dare use the bath, although got on okay in the shower. Again, plenty of things to steady myself on. and I could safely use my good hand to lever myself off the toilet.

During the week, we visited Whitby, Pickering and Bridlington, plus had a day in Scarborough itself. We went to Goathland, where they filmed the TV show Heartbeat, although I never watched it so it wasn’t really significant, just an hour or so in a pleasant moorland village, and we visited the WWII prison camp Eden Camp which is maintained as a museum.

Fatigue was a big-ish issue, I did a lot of sitting, although of course this was the coast, so there was plenty to watch. I did manage to see places, but couldn’t just “wander” like I used to. My watch counts my steps – a normal day these days is just a few thousand, but here one of the days was 12,000. which would have been average when I was healthy, but is a marathon now! Because of this, my sugar was well-controlled, until I realised I could push it by having the odd cake or ice cream. There were lots of mobility scooters about Scarborough, which is very hilly, although I didn’t try one. I’m anal in that respect – if I can’t do things normally, I don’t want to play.

Pickering is the terminus of the North Yorkshire Moors Railway, and we were lucky enough to see a train arrive, although we didn’t have time to travel. Pickering itself was pleasant enough, though there was precious little else there.

Author: Mister Bump UK

Designed/developed large IT systems, interrupted by a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Now mix development of health-related software with voluntary work and writing. Married, with an estranged daughter.

5 thoughts on “Holiday Time”

  1. Reblogged this on Stroke Survivor and commented:
    My WordPress friend Fandango ( has this excellent idea of each Friday, reposting something from this date in a previous year, just to let readers have a glimpse of our pasts.

    So I chose this week to include a post from two years ago, my first (and so far, my only) holiday/vacation since the stroke. These posts are especially significant for me, as they remind me how far I have come, which was the reason I started this blog. Note that the date is not exact – I tend not to post every day, so I aim for as near as possible. Enjoy (the photos especially), and I hope I’ve done the pingback feature properly.

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    1. I’m not sure who it would be worse for, because likely the other partner would immediately become a carer. Just looking at the stats, 90% of strokes survive, but of the survivors, 2/3 are left disabled somehow. Those numbers apply to the UK but I don’t imagine it’s much different there. But equally that means 1/3 of strokes just walk away.
      I’d actually embrace another stroke, as long as it was fatal. I don’t so much mind dying, the thing I fear is a slow, painful death and the one thing about my stroke, it was totally painless.

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      1. I fear lingering in bed and not being able to talk. My mother-in-law was pretty much that way. She had continual mini strokes evidently. I also do not want to die, not yet. I feel like I have things to do and clean up. It is also a fear of hell, which my mind now knows is not real, but it was so ingrained in my growing up years. OH well! I’m glad you are still around and that I got to know you!

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