One day a few years ago, I drove to work. As soon as I got to work my legs stopped working and I fell down. Something terrible had happened to my brain. I got to the emergency room within about half an hour. This is PLENTY of time to have been given the miracle drug tPA and maybe I could’ve been helped a little but apparently the hospital I was taken to is just a place where doctors go to hang out and not help patients. So after 30 hours of hanging out in the ER, some doctor said, “oh she had a stroke, we should probably do something about that.” So they life-flighted me to another hospital where the doctors actually help their patients. But they still tell you that you’re screwed and aren’t going to recover after something like this. After the first week of nothing at all being done for me, that was it. The damage was done. There was nothing anybody could’ve done to help me at that point and my recovery was solely on my own. I just didn’t know that yet. I didn’t know that probably for about a year and a half. Within that first year, I thought my doctors might actually know something about how to recover, they didn’t. I was on my own. Completely on my own. So are you if you want to get back to some semblance of the life you used to lead. This is why I have some semblance of a normal life again.
On My Own