Several people have asked me to recall my memories of Thursday when my stroke hit me. This blog entry is a summary of what transpired. It’s pretty boring if you came for a technical communication blog entry, so please send small children, kittens, and project managers out of the room while I try to recall the events.
I was off work Thursday, but went in to enjoy the great food and fun at Sales’ holiday luncheon, and with Ric’s prodding, led the division in a round of Jingle Bells. On my way out, I told Farebrother I’d see him later that night at the performance of “An Evening in December.” After some last-minute Christmas shopping, I was walking back to my car, when I stopped in my tracks. Continue reading
They poked me on the back of my hand to draw bloood. I can use that now as an excuse for my illegible handwriting. Luckily for you, this blog doesn’t rely on my handwriting, or none of you would understand a word of this.
My physical self is back to where I was before the stroke. On Saturday after my release, I went to see “An Evening in December” and watched the show from a seat. The cast said I inspired them. Then, for Saturday night’s show, with the blessing of my wife Pam, the resident RN Denise in our cast, and our director John, I stood with the choir and sung the three finale closing numbers. Funny coincidence or not: the lyrics of one song are:
“when I call on Jesus, all things are possible. I can mount on wings like eagles and soar.”
And you can bet I had this HUGE grin going ear to ear when I sung those lyrics.
I just made up a joke, here goes:
I’m back from a stroke suffered Thursday afternoon (two days ago?). I’m fully conversant, lost only 25% of my vision, and am fairly close to where I was before it hit me. Well, I could use this now as an excuse to cover my personal goofs (“oh, I’m sorry, did I forget something?” “no problem, Andy, it must be residual loss from your stroke.”) Continue reading