It is three years since my stroke and there is one subject that doesn’t get mentioned much.
Wee !!
In hospital, where there were bottles readily available, it became habit to just reach for one when I felt the need. This sort of reprogrammed the habit, in the end, making ‘holding on’ virtually an impossibility.
At home, over time, I had a few falls while attempting, in panic, to quickly find a way to relieve myself.
Now, a little late, I realise that I am going to have to retrain myself.
I will have to learn how to hold on once again.
It had not occurred to me how this was important until I started getting out and about.
I am sure correcting this is not impossible but might involve a little effort.
In doing this I will return in some way to how things were pre-stroke and be a little more comfortable when out and about.
Forgive me for discussing what is a private matter in this public space. Sometimes I feel there is a need to speak up, despite any embarrassment that might be caused.
Ever onwards to a more comfortable existence.
keep on keepin’ on