The Awakening (chapter 1)
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I have decided to share my experience of having a stroke at 42. I found that this life changing event has been a journey that I am still taking alone. I have had and continue to have an amazing support network (so I’m very lucky), so I use the term alone with caution but with it’s true meaning because this is something I nor my friends and family had any knowledge of. So that knowledge now only comes from watching what I have been and continue to go through.
There is unfortunately a lack of information with regards to young people having strokes and what to expect on the road to recovery.
We can all admit the word stroke conjures up a picture of the elderly not your best friend, daughter, son, wife, husband or that colleague that is usually sharing funny stories of what has happened to them that day.
I will say that there are different levels of severity and in the scheme of things I was lucky with the card I was dealt, but I can say that this continues to be the biggest fight I have ever experienced and every day is a surprise that no one has warned me about, both physically and mentally.
I hope that my experiences give those of you going through the same a heads up of what to expect (or those friends and family trying to support)
On the 18th February 2021 I had my Covid injection which I was over the moon to have been offered. I had worked all the way through the pandemic as a keyworker and experienced covid twice.
I had a small reaction the next day as many have and continued my life as normal.
10 days later in the early hours of 1st March I was awoken from my sleep with a pain I cannot describe. I remember tossing and turning for hours before I was able to fall back to sleep.
When I got up from my bed in the morning I stumbled and lost my balance falling back onto the bed as if I had still been drunk from the night before, but I had not drank.
I tried to continue with my morning routine which was to go downstairs and let my dog out whilst preparing her food but I lost my balance grabbing onto the tv cabinet hoping to help catch my fall, but the next thing I knew I had slammed onto the floor. It was then I realized that something was terribly wrong. It took several minutes to get up off the floor and for some reason could only use my left side.
I decided to ring my G.P and explain what had happened. They told me to come in (which in the current climate meant that they were worried too).
I ordered a taxi and stumbled to the car, asking for help to clip in my seatbelt and explaining that I was unwell and not under the influence of alcohol.
I saw the G.P who diagnosed me with vertigo although I explained that the room was not spinning and that my right side was weak as if I were drunk. But I was sent home with medication for vertigo non the less.
After 24 hours of taking the medication and having the worst headache I have ever had and feeling my symptoms were getting worse (I now know I had I second stroke that night) I rang and spoke to another G.P and was immediately called an ambulance and taken to hospital.
By this point I was unable to walk, with my right foot dragging across the floor, my words were slurred, my right arm was resting by my side and unable to assist me at it usually did without thought, my fist was closed and I was unable to open my hand. My coordination had left me and the body parts I could see no longer felt like they belonged to me. I was scared beyond belief.
To cut a long story short I was diagnosed with having a stroke and admitted on the stroke ward. This ward was filled with what we all expect to see when we think of the word stroke. I was the only person under 80. Although I was well looked after and the doctors gave me all the tests I needed, no one told me what the journey ahead would be and I naively thought id be “fixed” within a month and even said id return to work 2 days later.
For the first time in my life I had to ask for help, to dress, to use the toilet which was now an issue as I couldn’t control my bladder, to cut up my food, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t work my mobile phone to contact family (although quickly learnt to use my left hand) I choked every time I drank, my skin felt like needles, my right foot was swollen like a balloon and my leg was ice cold permanently( and still is 2 ½ months later). I couldn’t think of words I wanted to use and no amount of will could change any of these things. And trust me I tried.
Every comment I heard from fellow patients started with “your too young to have had a stroke” something I would have agreed with 24hrs before.
I spent 4 days in hospital until I’d had an mri on my head which they had to drug me for as I was threatening to sign myself out before I’d ever agree to that. I was immediately prescribed aspirin (which I must take for the rest of my life..(well the long term equivalent). I was immediately taken off the combined pill (which I didn’t know gives you up to a 70% chance of a stroke anyway, combined with other factors like smoking, being overweight etc)
Whilst on the ward visitors were not allowed due to covid which made things very isolating and lonely.
Eventually I was allowed home where I thought things would become easy, but this is where my journey actually began.
wrote 3 more chapters, if you want to read more then let me know and ill post it