Now nearly a year on from having a hemorrhagic stroke (and 6 months on here) and I'm getting some perspective on my life and the stroke that put me here.
Difficult to comprehend, but I was in intensive care for 3 days. I've not much recollection of the first week. Couldn't talk, let alone hold a pencil. The next week was a maelstrom of activity, improving all the time. I couldn't walk or use my right hand yet, but I was out of the stroke unit after just over 2 weeks. The third week in hospital was in a short stay ward for day-case operations where I got very little care as a stroke victim.
All that changed when I got home, stroke specific care all over the place, about 4 months of that. Was great, I had a physiotherapist, a speech therapist an occupational therapist for 4 or 5 weeks, they were brilliant. Plus ongoing care from the Notts START team 3 times a day, without whom it would all have been impossible, utterly impossible! I had them for 4 months, gradually becoming more and more independent.
Then a care agency, at which time I moved out of my living room as my only room to live in and started using upstairs more & more, eventually showering & sleeping up there again.
Then, because I had fallen though the cracks of the hospital side of things, I had a (I can't remember the technical term for it) a sort of false relapse, but at least I am back on their radar as a consequence.
Since then, I've...