I Had a Stroke When I Was 26
I am a quirky young woman whose Mind went Pop. Mindpop. My stroke took away my limbs and speech for a while. Here are some chronicles…
I. Oven Mitt
If you want to see what it’s like to live with a messed-up stroke hand, put on an oven mitt. Then wander into your kitchen.
How to use a can opener?
How do you cut a bell pepper without it flying away?
How do you open a 2-liter bottle?
II. Differences since my stroke
I occasionally say something off-color really loudly that would probably be better said quietly. That’s new.
Before my stroke, I was the picture of etiquette. Or maybe I wasn’t, and I just imagine that I was.
III. Stroke Buddy
I have one. We have never spoken. He is maybe 40 years old, clean-shaven, always nicely dressed, clearly on his way to a job and a life. He has a hand that doesn’t work and he limps a little. Occasionally I sit across from him on the Red Line T (Boston’s subway). He sees me, there is recognition, a slow hint of a smile, and he bobs his head in acknowledgment. My head slightly bobs back. We understand each other.
My friend said he wasn’t sure how to comfort me. “I don’t really have a clue how to comfort a friend going through such a traumatic change.”
I don’t want comfort. I don’t want to be asked how I’m feeling, I want my friends to take me out and help me forget how I’m feeling.
Soon after my stroke, my neurologist said “For someone so unlucky, you are really lucky.”
Previously: Other Mindpop Posts.
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