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Here But For the Grace of Aspirin.

by Shephard

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Whenever I venture out in public, I make it a habit to carry my bag with an aid kit and a 1.5 litre bottle of water, along with a host of expendables and other oddities. Within the aid kit is a good stock of bandages, antiseptic cream/wipes and a suture kit. Airway masks, wound pads for sucking chest wounds and saline tubes with the means to mainline it to someone in dire need of hydration. Assorted medicines such as paracetamol, ibuprofen and opiate-based analgesics. But one medicine I have used on more than one occasion to good effect is aspirin — something I never leave the house without. I’d do that as a matter of knowing that a stroke can strike anyone at any time. It doesn’t give two fucks if you’re in the middle of lunch or simply browsing your email at your work computer. It’ll hit you and you’ll have absolutely no way of hitting back. I’ve seen it strike down real fit cunts and lazy bastards alike whether young or old, which is why you have to respect an enemy that’ll tear down anyone it pleases, knowing fully that it can pick off who it likes at will.

I guess it doesn’t surprise me that I’d end up having a fuckin’ stroke. A small one at that, but a stroke nonetheless. Getting on the train I felt my entire right side grow limp. Usually if it’s anything to do with my lower leg I’ll discount it, but once I felt it creep up my arm and strangle me around my neck… I couldn’t pop that damn aspirin any quicker without opening a wormhole or some shit. That had to be the longest train journey of my life, and I’m thankful the carriage was empty so I could monitor myself on my own. It was a slow death march walking to the bus and getting to the hospital, but I got there eventually. Overnight stay, follow-up appointments scheduled and a host of other formalities organised — I only wanted out of the place, if for no other reason than to spare me the sight of concerned medical staff.

Fast forward two weeks and I still don’t feel recovered in the sense that I personally believe I won’t run the risk of either a repeated or much worse attack. My right arm is still fucked, as in I can’t feel the part between my elbow, which makes benching and push ups more psychedelic than they ought to be. My neck tightens up on the right from time to time, almost as if someone is trying to choke the life outta me. My heart doesn’t feel like it used to, that’s for sure. I s’pose the most concerning part is the headaches and associated trauma, which makes sense when you consider that a stroke is the result of a lack of blood reaching your brain. All these signs and symptoms… Well, to be honest I prayed to the flying spaghetti monster for a brain tumour, but the universe with its sick sense of humour gave me this instead. Ah well, I’ll make the most of it.

Think I’ll go out for breakfast tomorrow. Haven’t really been eating much lately, and need a decent feed if I’m gonna drag my sorry arse to the hospital. I know how my body operates and I do not feel good. Not so much the post stroke symptoms, but my head. I shouldn’t still be having headaches two months after they started. Bite the bullet and let them nuke my head so they can see what’s going on in there? Risky, but necessary I’m guessing. We’ll see.

I’m out of aspirin as it just so happens.


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Hazy Day Sunflower 8/18/2016 - 8:32 am

Holy fucking hell shep. Holy fucking hell!. Talk about rolling the genetic dice. Did they say where the clot is? My dr. Wants to ultrasound my carotid artery I think I’ll stop ignoring her and take reading your post this morning as a sign from your spaghetti monster or my God that I just need to suck it up and take care of my health. Damn glad you are okay. I think of you often. The world would be a lesser place without you in it.

djarumblack 8/18/2016 - 9:24 am

You had a stroke? If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?

Shephard 8/18/2016 - 2:34 pm

…you’re not even gonna buy me a drink first? Figures — everyone’s a cheapskate these days…

But yeah, I’m 22. Ain’t the youngest I’ve heard of someone having a stroke at either

djarumblack 8/18/2016 - 3:19 pm

I see…

I was just curious.

freeroma 8/18/2016 - 12:35 pm

The army provides some first aid training too, didn’t it? to top off that youth training..

one thing i’ve admired is that ability to be capable, prepared for whatever contingency. not always enough, but can’t account for everything (as well you know).. i’m glad you have that knowledge and experience.

if you do go out, hope you grab somethin tasty. and that whatever’s up fucks off.

Shephard 8/18/2016 - 2:37 pm

Stuff to deal with mass casualty events and triaging patients, yes. A few other things as well. It’s getting scratchy now. Probably need to do a refresher course.

Yeah, it’s had its use in the past. These days I carry the aid kit for myself mostly since I’m probably doing worse than the other drones out there.

Thanks. We’ll see about that

nepheliad 8/18/2016 - 1:40 pm

Wow, I’m so sorry to read this. Any kind of health issue is not pleasant, and the thought of a stroke is definitely very unnerving. I’m wishing you the best; I hope you’ll be free of the headaches soon and that you’ll continue recovering.

Shephard 8/18/2016 - 2:44 pm

All I can do right now is prepare myself for the big one and do my best to mitigate the effects it’ll surely have on me. The simple truth is I do not feel well or even recovered to the point where I can feel it inside that I’ll be okay. And if you’re wondering why I’m up this early commenting, that’ll be thanks to the headaches. I’m stuck with old paracetamol to deal with them and… yeah.

Thanks for sending your best wishes — I hope things have been well enough with you

Soco 8/18/2016 - 5:38 pm

I cant believe u caught the bus and walked to the hospital while having a stroke!! Holy shit.
I wish u a speedy recovery across the ditch. If i squint hard enough i can see new zealand from where im sitting right now. (Sydney).
Take care man

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