S**t happens – so do Strokes

S**t happens – so do Strokes

On day One (October 8th 2016) IT happened. I went to the bathroom and I DIDN’T GET BACK. All of a sudden I had to sit down (not on the toilet) – I knew at once what was happening – I was having a Stroke. It shouldn’t happen to me, I thought, I’m only 74 – yeah that’s right we’ve all been there –  ONLY!? —- Why ? I thought, when I should have been thinking, right what shall I do about this. So I could set about planning my future.

At first I could do nothing – literally nothing. To move any part of my left side was near to impossible, I had lost all control over my bodily functions, much to my shame, and had lost the ability to clean myself up which meant relying on others all the time for everything. When you enter hospital you forsake all dignity until you leave.                          Then I started to accept the challenges, and the long road back had begun. The call bell for help was being ignored for hours it seemed, so I played hell. I WON. The reply of ” be there in a minute” could mean literally hours of waiting (its called the hospital minute) again I played hell with them, and I won again, ( I was getting used to winning and found that I liked it). I spent hours a day (sometimes as many as eleven) sitting in a most uncomfortable chair, where I could practice and plan, After a while I realized that if I treated problems as challenges, they became challenges that I could win mostly, if I put my mind to it, and my mind hadn’t been affected. It was something I could do, so I did it.

So I spent my time plotting and planning my future progress.  I fought against the goo that they insisted was all I could force down, and I won again. Water tasted like nectar, my first mouthful of pastie with vegetables and gravy was heaven. I graduated from the overhead hoist through various stages of equipment until I was able to get up under my own instigation, and then I was transferred to a stroke rehabilitation unit where I  continued to learn until I could stand on my own two feet. It felt good, and at about that time I became able to move my thumb, just the faintest flicker but it was still a massive achievement for me and I saved that to show off to my wife when she next came.

I cried with pride that night.

Several weeks pressure from the Physios (bless them) wrought some of the desired effect, and I got released. I had been hospitalised for a total of  67 days, during which I have to say I was treated quite well. The food was very good (except “b****y sandwiches every night for tea). All of the staff were exceptional, except when I was on a crusade        over some thing or another, or I was winding them up, I expect I was a PAIN IN THE A**S really. Every stroke is different and affects different people in different ways. In my case it seems not to affected my brain, (what brain you say?) but very often this was ignored. Everyone seems to treated as brain dead, which is frustrating to say the least.

Who cares – I was home again. What did I ask for for tea that night? A FLIPPIN SANDWICH of course. Talk about institutionalised.

Now was the time to really start to learn……I’ll tell you what I did ( good, and idiotic ) soon.



You know when you’ve lived the dream when you find what you want, and get it.

It’s even more of a boost when you get a real bargain, and the other day it all came together for me – time to boast a little I think – I found a hardly used mobility scooter on the internet – only just over a year old – unmarked – cost new was £2200.00 – cost to me was a mere £600.00 – DELIVERED TO MY DOOR – so I went ahead and got it.

Pat is able to drive on it and parked it up.  The incentive levels are high for me to see it, in all it’s glory – and it IS glorious – so I managed to go out over the door step, around the bungalow to where it is parked, and after a close inspection get back in the door step and into my chair. It left me exhausted but supremely content.

So – not only have I managed to set up my means of transport for a while until I can drive again, I have also learned to get over the door step and back. A pair of good reasons to be pleased with myself. All that’s left is practice, practice, practice, physio, build up my strength and learn to drive the thing. Then start to re-join  active life again, nothing to it……………. if you say it quickly,

I’ll boast again soon.



I’m fed up with sitting here – but aren’t scooters expensive – well I think they are anyway. Even so I’m going to get one soon so that I can get out a little.

Getting it here will be a problem to overcome, I sure as hell can’t go and get it, and only big companies do next day free delivery. Still it’s only another challenge in life, and I  always rise above them, as you know.

Talking of challenges – I’ve overcome the front door step. It only took some lateral thinking  (by my physio) to get out there, and now I can look forward to freedom to roam once the scooter is mastered,

Which leads me to my dreams, I had a belter the other night, which, for a change, I remembered. I left a motorcycle in my slipstream as I competed in, and WON,  an Isle of Man TT race…..Told you I was a winner!

Don’t forget the dream – today I shall go shopping on the net to see what’s out there……I’ll let you know what is going on.

Bye for now,



Not been out so far this year, miss it like hell, they say I’m at risk of falling….. so

I suppose I will be able to drive again one day and get out and about. Until then maybe a mobility scooter will keep me in practice (if her indoors lets me) Walking is out of the question – I live at the top of a hill – also it would take too long at todays snails pace, but to get outdoors would be heaven, just think of it – fresh air, sunshine, greeting friends, seeing new things…………. ah me, so much freedom to look forward to.

It’s got to be one of my challenges, I’ll add it to my bucket list.

I’ve been statically cycling for the last couple of days to get things moving again, pity about the static bit but it is another challenge to overcome. Arms and legs are coming in for it – I can tell from the aches in my muscles it’s doing something. A good purchase that thing.

Time to give Pat a cuddle and stop this blathering on, so…. see you soon,





It’s cloudy with sunny  intervals again – bit like rehab I suppose – but highs exceed lows today.

I feel sunny most of the time,  although my arms are aching following a period of exercise on the bike. 300 Revolutions got my joints moving a bit. Tomorrow will be actual pedalling the thing on the floor – I’ll let you know when I can, through my groans.

They do say “NO PAIN – NO GAIN” so, IF  they are right I am going to gain a lot.

Looking out on the world it is one which I would like to be out in today (ignoring the high wind) – the sunny intervals are bright, the air is clear, and the birds are singing. The postman brought good news, and no unwanted advertising for a change, I have won my latest battle with the council, and I feel chipper. What more could I ask for?                                                                      Apart from lots of good health and money – it’ll come !

I’ll also let you know when that happens,  be positive -it will come.

Strawberries for tea, fresh from the farm today, so I’ll go now. (listen for the slurp.)

See you soon.



After my last I had a phone call, IT SEEMS I HAVE WON !


The local council have woken up to the fact that they have not only MADE a mistake, but they HAVE TO CORRECT IT! It may take the rest of the week but they say they will refund me with over £400.00 and reduce my future payments significantly to boot. That’s an improvement in my life to the tune of money back and a reduction in payments of about £1k per annum. It seems it is worth raising hell sometimes.

TALK ABOUT ANTI – ANTI-DEPRESSANTS  – YIPPEE!  As you can see I am back on a high again………….good things CAN happen.



You know, I’ve become depressed at my needs for anti-depressants  –  depressing innit.

Yesterday I suddenly started to cry again over silly emotional things.  Then I cried because I was crying. How silly is that. But let’s not think of that – it’s depressing. Almost makes you cry to think about it !

The good news is I’ve stopped crying in favour of laughing – it feels so much better to do. The not so good news is it took some anti’s to get me there, I’ll kick the habit one day though.

Its’ a set back, and I don’t take kindly to those,  AGAIN  though – looking on the bright side  – it sets me a challenge, and I thrive on those!


As will we over those stupid losers who subscribe to such insanity as suicide type bombs,

Hasn’t any body taught them anything? Dieing hurts sucker, and only satisfies your own stupid needs.

Still – the more of you who choose to die — the more of US who will survive and WIN – so carry on – KILL YOURSELVES – I for one won’t mind one little bit.

In fact that in itself is an ANTI – ANTI DEPRESSANT

Be here again soon.




I wonder who does really care. Sometimes I think NO-ONE! apart of course from those near and dear, and thank goodness for them.

I’d like to LIVE ’til I die, ….  and die I will surely  one day, as we all will – but not yet

During my life I have subscribed to the idea that I should be self funding/supporting, and so here I am – debt free and broke. I’ve spent every penny we had to support me and my wife since retiring early, and spending hours and hours being a volunteer driver to look after those who needed care, rather than beg from the nation, it gave me great pleasure to give, and now that I have arrived at the point of claiming those miniscule benefits that I am entitled to, my local council has spat on me from a great height. Should that be an” h” and not a” p” I wonder. I think SHPAT will cover it.

Instead of paying out  the small carers payment due to my wife in my infirmity, they have STOPPED all our benefits ( without a by your leave) AND added what should have been a reduction leaving us  about £250.00 short of what we need to live on – every month. We’ll try not to starve.

They have admitted that the mistake was theirs, and very kindly indicated that they MAY refund the money, which they have taken without discussion or permission,  at some date in the future, when – or presumably, IF they get round to it. GOOD OF THEM isn’t it.

So – apart from being uncharacteristically sad ( about being pissed off ) and having been shpat upon from a great height by the council – isn’t it GOOD to be here. At least I can still have a whinge.

Nothing else of moment is happening in my life, I’ve not been terrorized by any losers lately (may their god rot ’em, and our government send ’em home)  I am still shuffling on, and gaining inch by inch, as I hope you all are, and I’m still looking forward to sharing my life with you all.

See you soon



What a SAD person I must seem ……….. I’m not……..REALLY