Living with the symptoms of stroke is a challenge, not only for the person suffering but also for those who care for them. It is, in fact, 'whole family' experience. DH is rehabilitating well, but as with any recovery he has good and bad days. Today is a particularly bad day bought on, I believe, by the stress we have been put under this week by the people planning to squat in our house. On a bad day he has more mobility issues, he gets very mixed up and his speech is extra slow.
Even the postman took pity on him today while I was at work… DH couldn’t speak properly or hold the stylus to sign for a recorded delivery package and the postman bought the packages right into the house for him. You have to laugh though… there’s no point in being upset or angry about it. I leave that up to him. His best trick is saying one thing but thinking he’s said something completely different. He then argues with you to the point of stomping (shuffling) out of the room. He also has no concept of time… how long things take to do or when you need to start doing something to finish at a particular time, for example cooking a meal. He does try, bless him, and we do our best to humour him.
DH was planning to make a stir fry for the kids’ tea, but completely forgot about the fact that it would need rice or noodles and some kind of sauce to make it a balanced meal. If I hadn’t intervened, they would have ended up with dry diced turkey and soggy veg drowning in soy sauce. Mmmm yummy. He’s planning to make me something to eat while I take YD to Brownies this evening… I’ll let you know how it is tomorrow – if I survive the night!!!
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