During the first weeks after I had my stroke, I spent a lot of time talking about what had happened to me, and this gave rise to the question: “What am I, now?” A “stroke victim?” Too tragic. And it sounds like you’ve been mugged by a stroke. With angry, crossed-out eyes, sharp, pointy teeth, and a lop-sided leer. “Stroke survivor?” Too ribbon/rubber bracelet-ty. “Stroke Boy?” Too twink-y. “Stroke patient?” Bit passive, but it’ll have to do.