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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.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

Confused

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...

2 comments:

  1. Am I the only one who thinks this is appalling medicine? -- Andy. Not that Andy, the other one, in Australia.

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    1. Yes, and one of the reasons I now volunteer there. They were good (mostly) in terms of nursing, but really, the diagnostic side was poor and the treatment non-existent. You end up almost feeling sorry for them - the whole area is just beyond their understanding. Given that strokes are so common, there is such a long way to go.

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