For the children that read this comic; There are appropriate times to use a swear word. One of those times is when you are diagnosed with a stroke.
Some of you may have seen our facebook post last week, saying it was just my fibromyalgia acting scary. That is what we thought, that is what the doctors thought… until they looked at my MRI and found out I was having a stroke.
This past week I suffered a stroke at the age of 30. I spent the whole week angry. How dare this happen! (Terry Pratchett wrote in one of his books ‘don’t get scared, get angry’ and that is exactly what happened.) My dad’s employer has allowed me to remain on his health insurance because he still cares for me because of my Fibromyalgia. I got into a great hospital with excellent care and I have a great team of people trying to figure out why a 30 year old had a stroke, and what we can do to prevent it from happening in the future.
My motor skills are impaired, but thankfully only my left side was effected (I draw with my right hand). Mom and Dad got me a sweet new mouse with buttons on the side so I can still play video games effectively (I have enough coordination to press WASD but not enough to use powers with the 1234..etc buttons. I am replaying Mass Effect in anticipation of Andromeda, but I kept on dying. My new mouse helps a great deal with the not dying part!) (I am still dying, WASD is hard 😦 )
I am making a fast recovery. I have to use a walker to help me walk but I CAN walk. I can move around my house easily (including the staircase).
I was not lucky because I had the stroke, but I am fortunate the damage was not more severe and I’m making such a fast recovery. I don’t know if any of the damage will be permanent, so I will keep everyone updated in the following weeks.
This whole ordeal has been very hard. I have claustrophobia and I had to put up with an MRI. I have a fear of needles and oh.. there were so many needles. Mom and Dad bought me season 1 of Iron Chef: America on Amazon and it helped me through the ordeal of eating horrible hospital food (and believe me, it was horrible. At least the vegetables were fresh…).
Yuji slept next to my hospital bed on a cot every night. He would not let go of my hand, even when we slept. Mom and Dad visited every day. I had a stream of amazing friends and family visiting me(I was given a moon stick which annoys everyone but me. Its awesome!). My aunt drove here to help out. I am loved, supported and I have another experience to draw inspiration from.
So in other words, sorry for the missing content last week. We are back on schedule!