Types of Strokes.

There are as many types of strokes as there are fingerprints, and as many timeframe's to heal as there is - well pieces of string. See an authority website: strokeassociation.org Get your stroke mapped and sized then you will know more. Size matters, and location matters then the piece of string can be defined, The next person who says each stroke is different and healing takes time, punch them in the nose. You now can tell them where and what and how big, so that they can do their job and look it up and define your piece of string!

• Ischemic Strokes (Clots) - can reoccur
• Hemorrhagic Strokes (Bleeds) - seldom reoccur, I hope
• TIAs Transient ischemic attacks are temporary blood clots and reoccur and can get huge so tend to all the above with immediate urgency.

Here is my experience:
I had a Sub Archinoid Hemorrhage (tissue location), my arterial wall had a malformation and it blew much like a headgasket - resulting in a blood vessel bursting and making a bleed - aka a mess. They call this an Aneurysm. It was a left Pericallosal Artery in the area of the Corpus Callosum - which is the matter that collates left and right hemisphere information and interperates it for me: e.g. move left leg so much, or Feel pressure on your skin is a shoulder tap NOT a dangerous icy panic that spreads through my consciousness in fear. My words left and I sounded like a gutteral animal, my ability to function disappeared and I was inundated in intense hot pain and could feel explosions in my head. It hurt. And then the drugs came. Relief but projectile vomiting for days on an empty stomach. It just kept coming.

My former skills that lacked enthusiasm such as spelling and maths, have suffered the most. my Mechanical abilities at movement need to be relearnt and my limbs feel like stumps but are totally manipulatable, e.g. my typing and sitting skills are good. I can no longer stand for long, I get dizzy and see stars. My balance is gone, and my inhibitions are several drinks ahead of yours.

On day four they climbed into my head with tools and chisels and a vacuum cleaner and clipped the bleed, mopped it up and stapled up a 20cm hairline gondwana like schism.

I was choosing the happy escapism of death if need be, the choice of either an operation or nothingness if no action was to be taken was absolute death, or if action was to be taken, paralysis or death or life. It's not a hard decision to hold on, the drugs helped. Without them there woudl only have been death. It's not scary, but relief that beckons, so if you've just lost a loved one, they are at peace. Struggling to stay alive was hard, everything hurt and my brain was literally exploding in heat that you could feel on my forehead which scared me and my family. Something had to be done, so on day four they climbed in.

Coming back I had to deal with the lack of Government assistance, the lack of funding, a stand down to get the dole (unemployment) and a lack of dignity. Obviously mine was survivable. But with such a lack of support, promised 2 hours a day home help - Received none. It's been a negative experience and the brian is pre wired to be negative now, tis' a huge struggle to find opportunity and promise in this financially bereft world.

I have friends who are helping me renovate my home so I can take in boarders, who new they were a tax free income. Where there is life there will always be promise. One must seek it out and embrace it.

And this is my picture: I think of it as a dead mouse. Hung by it's tail.