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Indulgent Aging Through the Eyes of Stroke

April 25, 2019
Living After a Stroke
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It has been a long time since I have posted here. On December 27th, 2018 I had a small stroke and considering I made the extremely stupid decision to “sleep it off” and didn’t call the paramedics until the following morning, I was extraordinarily lucky.


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So much so, that one of my doctors told me that I should buy lotto tickets, take a trip to Vegas and do anything else that I could to capitalize on my luck because most people with my health condition didn’t make it to the hospital alive let alone with very little damage.


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Good Luck or Bad?

So I feel lucky and then my luck got even weirder. While they were removing the blood clot in my brain, they found an aneurysm. And then as a side effect of the blood thinners that they put me on, they discovered that I was losing blood in my urine because I had a large kidney stone that I never knew I had. Both now require surgery, but surgery after stroke and juggling blood thinners is a very difficult thing.

So the question is, is this good luck they found all this stuff or not?


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And how do I write about what has been both an amazing and harrowing experience in my life in a blog called “Indulgent Aging”?

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Awesome People

I was talking with the awesome ambulance crew who transported me from Saint Joseph’s Hospital in Burbank to Kaiser’s Sunset Hospital in Los Angeles about that and one of them mentioned that “Of course it was Indulgent Aging since you have ten people surrounding you just ready to do whatever you need to take care of you!”

They were the best and I actually had the head of the crew, James Brown, cracking up in the back of the ambulance when I told him this story:

Picture this only in black and gray and you will see what I saw under the TV

High on the wall in my room there was a television that I never watched but it was in my line of sight and I wasn’t doing much of anything at the time, so I stared at it a lot.

Underneath the television was what looked like the statue of a man with two penises peeing. Now that really confused me. I couldn’t understand why they would put that statue in a Catholic hospital with a crucifix on the opposite wall. I puzzled over that for the longest time.


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Then my sister and brother-in-law came to visit me and I knew they were so worried about me but happy to see that I seemed more coherent than they expected because of my stroke until I started to entertain them with my questions about the two dick statue under the television.


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The looks on their faces were priceless. They thought I was totally blowing out another brain cell or three because they could see what I couldn’t namely that the “statue” was the television cord wrapped with a twisty!


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Laughter: Truly the Best Medicine

My mom always told me that you have to find the humor in life or it was just too hard to live. She was so right. And two of the main things that have allowed me to survive this experience have been the wonderful people who have helped me and the crazy stuff that keeps me laughing.


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So thank you James Brown and crew, thank you to the wonderful doctors and nurses who took care of me in the early days of this stroke adventure at Saint Joe’s and Kaiser and thank you God for my mom who showed me how to laugh through an indulgent life!

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