I realized on Monday that I mentioned my stroke, but I don’t think that I had posted anything about it.
A few weeks ago, I was on my way to work and once I arrived at work, I noticed that things were not right. I suspected that I had stroke, and within 40 minutes, I was being rushed to the hospital via ambulance. Between a transfer to another hospital and several days in the hospital, I left with the need for therapy.
I needed 14 days of intense therapy to regain strength and make movement a little less erratic. I still have days where I tire easily. My balance has improved, and I’m less likely to fall or stumble like I did the first week after the stroke. Spelling is difficult at times. Typing can be challenging as my right hand is much slower than my left. Repetitive tasks cause me to give out. Strength is not where it should be. And to make matters worse, the one thing that alerted me that I may have had a stroke, is the one thing that hasn’t been regained. My right arm still does not swing like it used to when I walk.
This stroke came unexpectedly. No warning. I now understand why my mom would not go to the hospital the day that she had her stroke. She wasn’t aware. I wasn’t either, until I saw myself in the reflection of glass walking down the hall and my thought immediately was, “This doesn’t feel or look right.”
I’ve been out of work for over 2 weeks. I’m looking forward to going back to work next week and seeing my students. I’m sure they have missed me as much as I have them. I’m praying that things will go well, and I will be able to finish out the school year strong.
