On Feb. 9th 2005, at 9:00 pm PST I had a stroke. A small one with transient effects, but it was a stroke. A dinky one, really, but it put the kabosh on my right side for a couple of hours. I'm on the way to a full recovery.
It meant two days in hospital, and two more medications to take. Got three ultra-sounds, one CAT scan, and an MRI. My veins are clear, my heart is sound, and I had a blood clot lodge in just the wrong spot. All things considered, I'm lucky.
My right side doesn't yet work entirely right, but work and practice should get things back to where they should be.
On the other hand, my total cholesterol dropped to 156. Get the feeling some saintly person somewhere is having to deal with he body I should've had?
It meant two days in hospital, and two more medications to take. Got three ultra-sounds, one CAT scan, and an MRI. My veins are clear, my heart is sound, and I had a blood clot lodge in just the wrong spot. All things considered, I'm lucky.
My right side doesn't yet work entirely right, but work and practice should get things back to where they should be.
On the other hand, my total cholesterol dropped to 156. Get the feeling some saintly person somewhere is having to deal with he body I should've had?
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I've got the cholesterol of a 5-lb bag of fried cheese. (On the plus side, it makes me a really good wrestler; when I sweat I'm like a greased pig!) (Only bigger and hairier.)
