Those of you who have followed this blog since 2005 and my work for Drug Topics since 1989 (now 240 columns) know that my essential way of being is optimistic. I do not see the doomsday scenario that so many of you cannot see beyond.
My stroke has affected me in ways that I feel ill-equipped to handle. I am bummed out and there is no blooming reason. I walk okay, but use a cane to let me know when the way is about to get rocky. I have discovered that the Occupational therapist was right. I need help doing certain tasks and that includes walking on the uneven shell path. When I fell last summer and broke a couple bones in my left hand, it was on the shell path. I tripped on an exposed root. Had I been using the cane, there would have been warning.
Physical therapy is really tough My left hand is darn near useless. An hour of working the fingers leaves me enervated. Like an hour with no help at 7:00 PM on FRIDAY.
Still, I am limited and that is unnatural for me. I talk okay, but slur a bit when I am tired. And… I am tired a lot. People have suggested Relax, Plagakis. What do you expect?
My aorta is good. The lesion on my thyroid is not cancer.
If you have advice, lay it on me.