July was an interesting month for me. Early in the month my Hunny told me one morning I should see my doctor because I was talking funny. I felt a little rough after several days of poor sleep and long hot days of janitorial work at the VA hospital, in the stairwells but, I didn’t think I was seriously ill.
So I went to work which, luckily was the Va hospital. I had a meeting with my supervisor that morning. During the meeting I realized that it was rare for Ruth to suggest I see my doctor. So afterwards I told my supervisor that I was going downstairs to see my PCP. Not long afterwards I was in an ambulance headed to the ER at BHS.
I spent the next five days at BHS and the rest of July in the Community Living Center [CLC] at the Va hospital getting rehabilitation. It seems that I have suffered stroke number 3.
I have been very blessed and the recovery is going well. I sound a bit funny when I talk but that gets better every day. I am not as stable on my feet as I want to be, but that will improve with time I am sure.
I can still walk and talk. That is better than my buddy Clyde Kenyon fared.
I am left only to thank the Lord for every breath I breath and the time I can spend with my wife.
We moved to a new location in Butler at the end of August so all the stuff I was working on is once again the victim of a Tom Lehnerd box method. It might be a while before I am scanning photos again.