I don ‘t remember much about my stroke in May of 2021 except that I was on the floor for much of the morning and every time I tried to get up, I was pushed down by some unseen force, usually to my left. Fortunately, I didn’t hit anything with sharp edges. I have enjoyed good health all my life and was in denial the first day because I only remembered seeing a depiction of a stroke victim with a distorted face, weak arms, and inability to speak. This couldn’t be a stroke, I thought. The housekeeper was worried about me and brought the office manager with her the next morning and told me I didn’t look well. They convinced me to call the paramedics and I ended up in the hospital for two weeks.
i met the heroes of our society. They were the doctors and nurses who came to work every day in the middle of a pandemic and cheerfully did their jobs and looked after me.
I had a heat stroke on the way home from visiting my son and my two grandchildren in Bullhead City on June 30, 2022, and stayed in Henderson Hospital for one night. On September 22, I had an eye stroke, which surprised me. It did not hurt but a curtain closed on my right eye and I was momentarily blinded. I saw the ophthalmologist a few days later, who told me to go to the ER the next time it happens, especially if it doesn’t correct itself within a couple of minutes.
On October 7 I saw the cardiologist, for a scheduled follow up visit. I told him about my eye stroke, but he said his specialty is the heart, so he can’t answer questions about the eye. He asked me if I am having chest pain and I said I never had any chest pains. I had a stroke. It seems to me that many age-related ailments are making an appearance in my life, and I’m trying to hang on.