THIS IS NOT A RERUN

Nope...it's an entirely new problem. I've had another stroke. I say "entirely new" because the other strokes were bleeders, this time I threw a blood clot into my brain. The only way left to stroke out is to have atherosclerosis so badly that a blood vessel clogs up.

On the 23rd or 24th I was making dinner when my hand started feeling oddly. I remember thinking, "This must be what it's like to have a stroke." So I did what any middle aged grandmother would do, I went on Facebook. I actually posted that I was having a stroke and the friends of mine who were online and who don't want me dead suggested that I get off of the computer and call 911.

My dad was showering so I figured I would let him finish that and then go to the hospital. Once they confirmed what my strokey arm and I already knew, I'd had a stroke. Naturally, that meant another stay at the lovely inpatient facility located right ON the water. I knew that I would be admitted so I wasn't in a huge hurry anyway. I wasn't really afraid, I was more intrigued than anything else. It's fascinating to be in the middle of a stroke. I wondered if that was the last time I'd be using my left thumb (you really, really need thumbs.)

This stroke was also different in that I remembered every bit of it. Usually, I'm performing some mundane household chore one minute and the next minute, I'm in 4 point restraints, surrounded by strange people who I have never seen.

This time I ended up at a relatively decent place. The nursing staff was quite good in spite of the fact that most of them were women. Even the docs appeared confidant,

More to follow.