Your speaking to the only (?) person on the planet that had fun having a stroke. Ten years ago I went out one January morning to blow snow. My neighbor was usually an early bird had not done his driveway or walks yet. I figured he wasn't feeling well and blew his driveway and sidewalks, then just started mine and got REAL tired, didn't know why, now I do. When one uses a snow blower you push it and when done you turn it off, get behind it, throw your arms behind you and grab the handle to pull it where you store it. Turned the machine off, got behind and threw my left arm over and grabbed the handle, then threw my right arm over three times and realized my arm was paralyzed, knew what was happening and went in the house to call my ex-wife and COULD NOT utter any kind sound from my mouth. As I was waiting for EMS to come I did some thinking. Knew nothing about stokes, other than they suck and you don't want one. So at that point I "accepted" (very powerful word) what was going on, knowing if one fights for something they cannot fix you only wind up hurting yourself mentality. So I figured what was done is done. I felt no fear or scariness. I did have facial muscles and could smile. I'm right handed and was joking with the EMS guys with my left hand on paper. Did gain my voice and arm back, within 3 hours, BUT I lost an average of 22% of my short term memory which can be a bugger, when you know it.
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
I have sence found out once having a stroke the affected area can worsen over time and I believe I've lost a bit more of my short term memory, ya I know it sucks.
Once you accept you can go on to create new miracles in your life.