I mark the days since my strokes differently now. It used to be days. Then months. Now years.
I could use my time like this Pink Floyd sang, "Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day. Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way."
Is that what I have been doing? I do not think so.
I cannot be bored. I need to be useful and have a purpose. I need to be busy!
However, my body and mind have limitations.
On Christmas Eve, I had a "incident." Neurologists call those incident a "brain attack." Nice euphemism until it is YOUR brain.
Before Christmas, I had some headaches and it was compounded with being dizzy, minor chest pains, and a sore left wrist. Normally, I would not think about this. However, given my history, I told my wife. Then we called my neurologist.
Back to the St. Al's ER! Great.....
After several hours, the tests were in. I am fine.
Since that time, my neurologist suggested I cut down on my activities. "Schedule your board meetings in the morning and be done about Noon."
That is not realistic for many reasons.
I am just one person. I cannot expected the other people to make concessions for me.
And second, I will not give in to my strokes. I will continue to beat the expectations for stroke and seizures survivors.
I will live my life like another Pink Floyd song: "The Great Gig in the Sky:"
"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."