What a surprise!

I got a stroke.                                                                 

Was the second stroke.
Was listened to the second debate with Jackie.

She was talking to me and I didn't answer.        
9-1-1.
Brandywine Hospital for a TPA.
Helicopter ride to Jefferson Hospital.
Surgery.
Groin to brain.
Dissolved the stroke.
My family was me: Jackie, Kevin, John, Karen, Brain--all the night.
Monday, stroke was gone.
Right sight didn't move.
Each day was an adventure.
But Thursday, I moved.
Friday, this was a move to Bryn Mawr Rehab.
Weekend, Tests.
Monday, they found a clot in my leg, and I could not move out of the bed.
There was a third stroke before the second one.
Tuesday was better, got a drug that will be there forward.
Wednesday, good for walking, 1.25 miles with a physical therapist.
Thursday, Finished with the toilet, called nurse and I broke the cord.
He came in and here I was with the cork in my hand.
Oops!
Friday, I feel I can move.
A lot of things to thing better.
One day at a time...

Two helicopters for two strokes...one team

This is Jon. He was my nurse both times.

Homemade soup from a friend.