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I didn't get any good news today...well, sorta.

I went to the VA for a follow up today. After they took my blood, I just did normal things around the house. But, when I went back the Dr. said that he did not buy the fact that I just had borderline high blood pressure, was on over-the-counter medicine, went for a massage and had a stroke. Basically he said what people have been saying for a long time: people my age just don't have strokes.  What he said is that people have those conditions every day, but they don't have strokes. So, now I just have to wait to find out what the stroke specialist says. He is concerned that they don't know what caused my stroke yet. 

I am going through a time that I am unfamiliar with. I cannot do certain things that I used to be able to do, and I don't like it. The truth is that I need help doing almost everything. As much as I appreciate people who are willing to do things for me, I hate the fact that I cannot do them. I struggle with everything, and what I don't struggle with, I have problems doing. I need help going downstairs, walking from room to room, going to work...everything. I know it is only a temporary setback while my leg heals, but I have often said that I HATE this new reality.

I spent last night thinking that I wish I could just rewind to before my stroke. The fact is that everything HAS to be linked to my stroke. I can only hope that life gets back to normal pretty soon.

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