the day after my stroke, still partially paralysed on my left side, I insisted to the nurse that I could take myself to the toilet, after some back and forth she agreed, as long as they could wheel me to the toilet in a wheelchair, getting in and out of the chair was harder than dragging myself across the ward. Standing in front of the toilet with a left hand that wouldn’t work and a left leg that spasmed…I pissed everywhere but the toilet.
This isn’t exactly funny but I have occasional epilepsy after my stroke age 68. I am now 76.Today I realised I was a ‘story champion’ for epilepsy action. I was asked if I’d like to be in an article in the daily mail. The press department wrote an article about me. It was very true to my experience. I then realised I had told my story two years ago and forgotten! Old age!
awesome. things like this are great, there was a time I may have been embarrassed by something like that, but now… it happens.
before I would hammer on every point in a conversation no wiggle room. Now, i hear myself saying ‘you might be right’ more often, letting the little things go…
I remember trying to squeeze the toothpaste onto my toothbrush with use of 1 arm. Let’s just say it didn’t go where expected. It was a great feeling though when I did eventually (a long while after) get some toothpaste in the brush. I knew i was improving at that point.
2023, and I shared it on the forum … one night I was desperately looking for my phone in the dark, using the torch on my phone. That’s how confused I was.
“Right, I’m getting in the loft and getting the Christmas tree down!”
I was half way up the ladder when I realised I just didn’t have the strength to hang on, let alone carry anything down. Plus I was wearing flip flops and I was home alone.
I had a vision of being found cold and twisted at foot of the stairs that evening, so I gingerly climbed back down.
I hate to admit I’m a faller. Sometimes it was witnessed and I got scooped up by passers by, when all I wanted was to lie there, get over the shock, and take stock!
My wish has been granted in the garden. When trying to weed I fell into a fence, into a bush, onto the lawn. I’ve learned getting scooped up can be helpful, learned to love bushes and found I can get up by myself. No help was coming, and I didn’t tell my husband! ( He’s a proponent of scooping).
Yes! It all happens and you can’t stop it! The witnessed ones esp I knew I wouldn’t make it!
My neice in law suggested I rule out other causes of falling as it really affected my mobility. I have found bone on bone left hip, which hurts at night, and a dodgy right knee which occasionally collapses! That may have happened anyway. I’m on a list now! The hip injection lasted 3 months.
It’s something I have to re-learn. I used to be a relatively high up martial artist4 dan in mychosen discipline The community are very supportive. Right now rolling and getting up from the floor are like climbing a big hill! Bring in on though! Ask again in 2-3 years!!
This made me smile Thankyou! My falls are usually in the garden and yes they are fairly slow motion! Going , going , can’t save myself - down! So far no injuries, I like the fact I’m on my own and can get up undignified in my own time and I’m more concerned if I’ve squashed a plant
It was pathetic, I spent a good half hour searching for my phone with my phone before realising. I had severe brain fog at the time and was in another world.