“Illness is the night side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place.”
― Susan Sontag
I am fed up with living in the land of the sick. Im on week 3 since my sroke The medical establishmen and insurance companies ae staked against th sick. i swet as I left th hospital they wante me to o straigh to inpatien rehab, no thank you. I kner that going home would be the est ure. Less stressful and where I was guarneteed a full nigh'sleep. I was supposed to rest, but the dang nurses kept waking me up for this that an d th other. How wa a gil suppose o rt an build newneuron paths wih such a racket. As i letf, the nurses and doctors were lined up asking if I as sure I wante to leave as I ould die . I wa sooo fe up wih their bullshit that I turned to one and told her to be extra careful driving hom that night. Why? Because you ould die! Was their negaativity really all that necessary.iM thnkful that my stroke was mild engough thta I can b my own advoat, but i you hav a granparen who survived a stroke. Help them out. Getting throuht the paperwok is challening on a ood day.
And doctors, lighten up! When one neurologist told m I might experience hallucinations. Well he was urprised wehn i gigled with a big smile on my face. " So this means that right now I could be looking at Jude llaw. Awesome Bing it on!" he had no lue that Iwas cracking a joke to lighten his report of doom. Th nurses go it andchimmed in with Johny Depp and othr current hunks. The doctor was less than amused that all these women were having a girl bonding momen and laughing. Laughter is th best medicine. Right?!e
i've been so bored as I recuperate, that I've begun to make little videos of my physical therapy homeor. Thi one I bring you as it is alled he FLex Ex and is supposed o relieve carpal tunnel. hey all you knitters, you might wan o chek his thing out.! my dog Toony is terrified of it. Sh thinks my hands have tuned into a scary monter. As oon as she sees me pull it out, she begins to growl and bark at me. Th rn hing works! AFtr uing it for wwek and takin plnty o fnps. my neurons built new pahs and I as al to crocht again. YAY!