Today marks six years since my stroke.
I'm scheduling this to post at 3am, which is the last actual clock time I remember for the next three weeks.
I was talking to my mom recently, and she told me that my chance of making it to the hospital alive was about five percent. And the chance of surviving surgery also about five percent. Though the odds that I'd make it TO surgery were significantly less than that.
I don't know why God chose to save me.
Some of the time since has been good. Much has been miserable, especially the last couple years.
I know this seems terrible and ungrateful and whatever, but if I could give pre-aneurysm me a little advice ten minutes before it happened, I would tell him to take a few Motrin and try to sleep it off.
I think I would easily give up the whole last six years to erase most of the last three.
Sorry to be depressing, this soon after Christmas, but I don't have anyone else to tell, other than my mostly anonymous blog-friends. So, maybe 4 or 5 people. And a few random people that might stray in.
Thank You for listening.