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.
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I was always told that too much strokey could make you go blind, or at least make your palms all hairy ….
It certainly gave me a little tingle.
Stroke Bloke
Beth: “I can’t believe we didn’t think of that!”
Ricky: “That’s a t-shirt!”
Glad to see you have not lost your warped sense of humour! It is still in there. By the way the whole grumpy angry bit has nothing to do with your stroke and more to do with your Scottish genes…. McMorran clan thinking of you and send our love & best wishes.
Aw, thanks, McMorran clan. We’re thinking of you, too. Beth, who’s acting as my brain, particularly for computer stuff, till my real one is fixed, had Andrew’s YouTube video running last night. Loved it. Happy holiday wishes!