Going into a stroke situation that is.

You spend all those years being private and looking after your own needs and desires, then – BANG – forget embarrassment it just happens, forget privacy – so does that. Then just as you get used to strangers doing all those personal things – you go home, and it starts all over again. Although this time it’s your wife, and you really want to do it yourself ( for personal pride) and because you want to take the weight off her shoulders (because you love her deeply, and because it makes you feel more useful. (and it’s all part of rehabilitation anyway )

It can take an hour,to an hour and a quarter, to get ready for the day ahead. The daily wash I can manage mostly on my own (although here I am , 9 months after the event, still being made to wait for the local council to alter our bathroom so that I can get into a shower. They say we are on a list. No-one seems to care that the  last time I had an all over wash was last year. (every young lads dream of course – BUT NOT MINE.) This means that some of the more personal and intimate things have to be done for me, which, even though it’s Pat, is most demeaning at times, for her as well as myself.

Pat still has to help me to get dressed, although if we are not in a hurry I can get it done for myself, although it’s amazing how exhausting it can be to get the left foot dressed and slippered.

And so to the day.

I can feed myself O.k, although my food has to cut up for me still, and I am able to (and do) do the washing up, wiping up, and putting away. (nothing broken yet!) Small jobs we try to do together if it’s safe  (and sometimes if it’s not) but I still can’t tackle the hoovering, or mow the grass, or dig the garden. It’ll come. So I spend my time glued to the seat of the chair, and dreaming of what I could be doing.

On to bed – getting undressed is very much easier, only taking a quarter of an hour, and getting in to bed is a piece of cake. Every night is disturbed, several times, by calls of nature, so a full nights sleep is a big unknown. (I can always drop off during the day though, so all is not lost) Pats sleep is also disturbed most nights, but it’s getting better as time goes on.

Fortunately we can, and do, enjoy some good laughs at my  attempts to move along. It’s not all demeaning, and if you can laugh at yourself it becomes easier to endure. Endurance is something I have to learn to accept if I am to fully recover. ACCEPT the problems, regard them as challenges, and OVERCOME.


Thought of the day ………. what’s the target for tomorrow,

I’ll let you know another time, and how it was achieved ………… IT WILL BE – OF COURSE.



Rather than moping about I’m getting on with it. Yesterday I made it round to the side yard to have a look at things again. It’s surprising to me how comfortable I was sitting on my scooter and learning the controls. I’ve not been on the road yet because my left hand is still too weak to operate the hand brake lever, but everything else was a piece of cake.

Apart from that, all is progressing smoothly – no more falls – or problems. Just loads of hand and finger exercises. Oh yes and PRACTICE.

I’ve timed myself walking indoors, and find that I can walk 9 foot in a little over 35 seconds (in a straight line). So now I’ve got a target to beat. (it’d only take about 2 days to complete a marathon,( if I did it non-stop that is, ) THAT’LL BE THE DAY).

I’m finding out how hard it is to be a carer. Pat (bless her) is at it all the time, not only doing all the usual household tasks, but also doing most of the things I used to do, as well as all the extra things that taking care of me and my needs entails. It’s a hard life for her, and she deserves a medal for putting up with it all so cheerily. I do as much as I can to take the load off her, but it will never be enough until I can do more. I’m pushing myself to achieve this, but it will never be quick enough for me.

I know, it’ll come – all of it, but WHEN.

Always look on the bright side of life (as the song says)dum de dum etc

If you see a high speed mobility scooter about to overtake you ……. LET ME GO!

See ya in my dust cloud……..





Over the steps and along the path this morning, to the end of the bungalow – who’s a clever boy then? It was nice to get calls of encouragement from some of our neighbours on the way. I didn’t realise I had so many friends.

The biggest hurdle now is my lack of speed (in everything I do) but it’ll come. All I have to do to get there is practice – practice – practice – and when I arrive –  PRACTICE again. It’ll come – I have set myself a target date to show real signs of development – it is to be achieved by October 7th 2017, The first anniversary of the stroke. I bet I get there!


The next phase is to start to learn the controls of my scooter so that I can relieve Pat of some of the jobs by going to the shops etc: Can’t wait for that. It’s surprising how exciting it is to look forward to simple things at my age. But set yourself targets, and strive to achieve them, the result is immensely satisfying when you get there.

Little babies learn to crawl (been there twice now) then they learn to walk (probably they will be faster than me, and I’ve done that twice too) then they move on to run.


I’m off to practice more mind blowing achievements now, I’ll keep you advised…….



I can walk further, and faster than before. (Before now I mean, not before the stroke), by the same token, as the days go by there are so many things that I can do – better mostly – that it becomes difficult to think of what to do next to feel good about. But I am trying.

Today, for example, I didn’t take a trip (that was last week) I tripped and fell again, much to my chagrin because it was after a two month break and I thought I had that under control. THE GOOD NEWS IS I managed to get myself back up and walk away from it, unhurt  completely, other than to my pride that is. Y’know it takes a whole lot of energy to get up when you’re semi crippled, and it is draining, but is immensely satisfying when it’s a first, and it lends confidence both to my wife and myself.  I’ve decided though that I will not keep practising the manoeuvre.

AM, however, taking another sort of, much more satisfying trip.Twice a day and every day I am going out of the front door, negotiating the two steps, and re-entering the same way. The intention is to build up my strength to be able to do this more often. It is so satisfying to achieve this, and it is what I see as a massive step forward in my rehabilitation. This morning I managed to do this on my own, and without using anything other than the grab rails, which pleased me considerably, and Pat too, so soon I hope I will be trying my new scooter out and starting a new learning curve.

Talking of curves – can you peel an ORANGE using only one hand?


Still boasting you see. See you 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,