Rehabilitation Equipment for Stroke Injury by Stroke People

  Poetry I wrote between my car accident & my stroke. 9/22/2008 When you told me that loved him, You turned on a particle accelerator and blew my atoms to bits. I did not know what was inside, thank you for giving me back to myself. ~~~~~~~~ I love the way your face shines when…

My superior longitudinal fasciculus in my left brain had this trouble: it couldn’t function because my blood clot exploded right in its face. Imagine this: a grenade going boom in a bunker. My superior longitudinal fasciculus was the superhighway of my working memories, my short term memories, my entire language system, my grammatical system, my…

You are the Stoke Hero. Do what you can do. Everyone has their own unique expression. Loving baby-steps. You are NOT on the stopwatch approach. You are NOT on the robotic approach. You are NOT on the physician’s plateau You are a child-like being; be playful, be curious, be watchful, be emphatic about yourself &…

I went into a coma at the exact time that Betty Page went into a coma. I survived and she didn’t. My car accident happened August 14, 2008. Okay. So, I drove my kids on the 40 and I had a seizure and I fainted. The date? August 14, 2011. But, I been having seizures…

The young Taiwanese woman beside me on the flight home wanted to ask me a question, “Why are you still alone?”  It appears that the Taiwanese woman had a bunch of compatriots henpeck in the aisles of Eva Air.  Another gracious Thai masseur asked me that same question.  I don’t know.  My ex-wife took my…

And, you said, “What? I am NOT an angel.” “But, you are!” “No,” you said, unsure of what I’m saying to you. “Look at the wings!” I said. “What do you mean by ‘wings’?” you said, taking backwards steps. “Those wings that are growing from upper back,” I said gesturing to your feathery wings. “You…

So, Alon and I were talking about what it means to be “handicapped.” This term in itself to me is not derogatory. I have a friend who in her 50’s backpacked the entire Pacific Crest trail, which is over 1,000 miles. On parts of her hike, she had groups of people who joined her. One…

“Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary.…

Kintsukuroi (“golden mend”) is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using lacquer resin laced with gold or silver. As well as a nifty form of repair, kintsukuroi has a deeper philosophical significance. I have mended my body and my mind. Before, too along ago, I was captive for my crazymaker personas.  That was before my…

Nearly 6 1/2 years ago, I was in a catastrophic massive stroke. Stuck in a medical coma, I didn’t know where I existed. Now, look: I am a Stroke Hero. I even know where my flight tickets, my core is handing my backpack & I’m fluent in non-verbal communications (traveling through Thailand you have to…

[ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT’s left arm off] ARTHUR: Now stand aside, worthy adversary. BLACK KNIGHT: ‘Tis but a scratch. ARTHUR: A scratch? Your arm’s off! BLACK KNIGHT: No, it isn’t. ARTHUR: Well, what’s that then? BLACK KNIGHT: I’ve had worse. I have a lot of scars. My first one, I was two years ago.…

I woke up and my bladder was telling my brain (in a broadly Scottish accent) that, “My bladder is coming apart! Mayday!” My consciousness was awake. My body and my thoughts calculated my trajectory towards my cane. Because it was hanging on the other end of the room, to get there I would have to…

I wonder what a medieval gravedigger might feel if a stroke survivor who “woke up” from being in a coma inside his grave. Someone who talked in gibberish and crawled out of his grave to limp after the gravediggers who are running away. “Zombies” are in fact, stroke survivors who’s family piled them up top…