Dear Darling Ones, It’s been 366 days (thanks Leap Year) since my Cerebrovascular Accident. That’s the medical jargon for having a stroke. 366 days since I woke up feeling wrong and terrified. 366 days since I called 911. 366 days since seven male first responders did not believe me. 366 days since I had to have a friend bring me to the hospital. 366 days since everything has changed. On this, my first Strokeaversary, I could talk about the avalanche…
Hello Darling Ones, I’m dictating this letter into my cellular device because it’s eye day and my garbage vision is extra garbagey. WARNING. There are going to be 77 layers of irony to this letter, but I’m gonna go ahead and say it anyway cause I it’s on my mind. This blog is nothing if not crap that’s on my mind. As I approach my strokeaversary on Wednesday I’m thinking about how self-centered I’ve been this year. This is where…
Hello Darling Ones, I write to you today for two reasons. First, because I now refer to the recrudescence as “The Stroke Strikes Back.” This is hilarious to me because I have not ever in all my years seen a Star Wars movie. Not any of them, and by last count there were eleventy hundred of them. I have no interest or desire to see them. I didn’t when I was a kid and I don’t now. I get the…
So, Darling Ones, I found out they have a word for what landed me in the ER on Friday, “recrudescence.” Officially the ER doc wrote in my after care summary, “He [the neurologist] suspects likely recrudescence from prior thalamic infarct.” Both my primary care doc and physical therapist mentioned recrudescence, because like me they’d never heard the word before. According to my highly scientific and not all full of AI-trash and SEO-garbage Googling, post-stroke recrudescence is the “re-emergence of post-stroke…
Hello Darling Ones, I feel so foolish. Last night I spent roughly six hours in the ER only for them to determine I was NOT having another stroke. While this is a load off my mind, it feels like I wasted everyone’s time and money because I’m melodramatic. UGH! Around dinnertime, I called Sister #4 to take me to the hospital. I skipped 911 this time because I didn’t need to have my house full of men who didn’t believe…
Hey Darling Ones, Earlier this week while I was deep in grief I read some of the archives to see what I had written last year around this time. I wrote about the movie “Reality Bites” and my nihilistic streak and why I was mad at Dave Grohl Writing about pop culture is one of the Before Jodi things I missed the most. It is also the thing I have the most control over. So, this year I’m gonna try…
