November. Wake up, everything’s fine. Play with dog, getting ready to start the day. First, have trouble focusing my eyes. Then, having trouble controlling my arms as I reach for my phone. Dizzy and slurred speech. Call 911 and they take me to local hospital, and off to the major stroke hospital an hour later. A week in the hospital, two MRIs, a few CAT scans, a “small occlusion” we’re still not sure whether it was a clot or just a narrowed blood vessel, and I’m released with very little lasting effects. Lucky. Still — scared (hell, SCARES) the **** outta me. I already have MS, so I’ve come to accept physical limitations. But… damn. Fuuuuuuuuuuuu…
