Well, I'm having a lazy weekend, I even had a nap yesterday afternoon. I really wish I could keep up the pace that I used to, but it's simply not possible any more. Still, I suppose, I am lucky in that you hear about stroke survivors suffering chronic fatigue, with whole days being written off. At least in my case, a few hours nap seems to set me back on course. I suppose it's not that much worse than when I was healthy! Of course, this kind of thing will be critcal when it comes to going back to work.
Friday lunchtime a guy I used to work with a long time ago came round, and we went out to lunch at a nearby pub. Lunch itself was a lovely plate of fish & chips (what else? It was Friday after all!), although I do find myself making small adjustments on account of my newfound disability. For example, I was unable to read the specials board (my eyesight is certainly worse than it was 5 or 10 years ago - this could have been caused by the stroke, or it could have been caused by the diabetes that possibly caused the stroke, or it could have been caused by the treatment that I had because of the damage caused by diabetes, a big mess!). Anyway, I was unable to read the Specials board, so listened very intently as the people on the next table discussed their lunch choices!
I find that the best thing about this guy is that my stroke doesn't really seem to have changed anything at all. When we discuss the stroke, or indeed the troubles that I've had because of my daughter, it is all done in a matter-of-fact kind of way. I meet so many people these days who seem to think that I am defined by the stroke, and it drives me crazy! I mean, for sure I had this really shitty thing happen to me, but beforehand, I'd spent almost 50 years living a life, and I'm still pretty much the same person underneath (for better or worse!).
Anyway, the upshot was that this was my third day on the trot that I'd done some kind of activity, so Saturday was a nice opportunity for my body to play a little catch-up.
This morning, a very belated breakfast of pancakes (I prefer the term "crepes"), and settling down to watch another stroke survivor, Andrew Marr. Now there's a guy who shows that despite stroke, one can operate at the highest level!
BEFORE YOU START: Please note that although I currently volunteer for both the Stroke Association and Age UK, the views expressed in this blog are strictly my own. I am not a spokesperson for either (or, indeed, for any) organisation, and I accept complete responsibility for the views expressed herein. I've tried to use the Glossary to explain any ambiguous terms, but if you think there is anything I've missed, please message me.