It seems that, early in the morning on Feb 19, while I was working feverishly to get ready for my class on the 21st, something went "pop!" in my head and suddenly I couldn't talk, I couldn't type and the whole world just got really fuzzy. So I went downstairs and told Mary "I think I'm having a stroke." She got me to the hospital, they checked me and, yes, I was having a stroke. They knocked me out for three days, and when I woke up, I had no sensation on my right side. Anyway, two weeks in intensive care (I managed to develop pneumonia while I was there) and four weeks in rehab later, I'm finally home. My right hand is still giving me fits (I'm typing this with my left hand, which is slower, but I know some of you don't read very fast), I'm walking with a cane, but they say that I stand an excellent chance of a full recovery--eventually.
Thanks to all of you who sent cards, kept me in your thoughts and prayers and checked in occasionally to see how I was. I have a feeling that they kept me going all through it.
I'll check in periodically to see how you are.
