Today was my annual check up with my neurologist. My strokes were more than seven years ago, and this annual checkup was “routine.” “Routine” is a subjective term to me. My routine has changed. My routine has to change to survive. I feel unsettled. I feel depressed. I haven’t done a blog post for months because I’m not sure what to write. My wife recently told me that I “need to get my shit together.” My adolescent son wonders why dad is always angry. I told my neurologist about my depression. We had a blunt conversation about my medications. I really took any medications before my strokes. Today , to prevent strokes and seizures, I take many medications such as blood thinners and anti-seizure medications. In addition I was prescribed an antidepressant. “Why” you might ask? When you have a massive stroke and your life becomes a quagmire of grief, stress, and worry, I believe I have the right to be depressed. However, the medications I take are a delicate balance. T...
I am a stroke survivor. My blog is about my recovery, family, and possibilities.