My name is Nicole, I am 43 years of age and this is my story.
One the day of my stroke I woke up at 1.30 pm. For me, this was unusual. I could have quite easily gone right back to sleep. I had no pain, but I was confused.
The reason I knew something was wrong was when I tried to text a girlfriend. My brain couldn't remember how to spell things, even though I could read fine. My kids were with their dad, I was home alone; I was scared.
I thought a shower would make me feel better, but I still felt odd and my girlfriend came over to take me to the hospital. Although at the time I was more concerned about my frizzy hair, LOL. I was admitted, then I have a blank memory for just over 24 hours. I apparently had a CT scan which showed nothing, then a spinal tap this I do remember because it was painful, this was 24 hours later. Straight after this was done, I was transferred to box hill hospital, there they did an MRI scan, and I was later told on New Year's Eve of 2016 that I'd had a stroke.
I had a stroke on the left side of my brain in the thalamus. This is where the messages pass through in the brain to the body. The first symptom I had was a bad memory, I have to admit it wasn't too flash before but now it's terrible. Sometimes my kids notice that I'm like a record on repeat, my sort term memory is non-existent virtually. If it wasn't for my mum and phone reminders, I wouldn't get much done. Sometimes even with reminders I will forget!! This really hasn't improved much. Fingers crossed!!
Next I had to deal with was depression. Truth be known, I didn't want to be here. I didn't want my life with so many changes in it, a life I wasn't enjoying. I know it sounds selfish as I could have had physical effects to deal with as well, but scrambled egg brain is quite frankly, no fun either. Anti-depressants have helped, and I don't feel this way as much anymore. Depression is life altering and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
I also don't understand social behaviour, whether things will hurt a person’s feelings for example. I see things in black and white, to me grey areas I know are there but I don't understand this either. It's like I know how I should react, but I don't feel things like this like I used to.
Sometimes I don't get humour, this is upsetting as it was a huge part of my personality. But not getting jokes depends on how tired I am.
Fatigue is the biggest most frustrating part of this whole process. It's not like the usual tiredness I used to feel, it's consuming. I can't hear what people are saying to me sometimes, things make no sense. And when I'm fatigued, I can't talk properly. I have managed to stop a stutter that developed through speech therapy, but I have to still to this day concentrate on what comes out of my mouth. It's exhausting. Any little thing I do, makes my fatigue levels go through the roof.
I did try to return to work, but the concentration it took was insane. I would pretty much be wiped out for two days, and that was only 2 hours work, sounds easy, but so not. Unfortunately for me, being a single mum, it makes me feel useless that I have to rely on other income than what I can provide for my family. I've used most of my separation finances, and moved back in with my mum to share the burden of bills. Unfortunately for me I am unable to get disability pension, as to why, you tell me and we will both know LOL.
Luckily for me, the wonderful ladies from ‘chicks for charity’ put on a fundraising lunch, for this I am forever grateful, but it is really hard when you realise you are a charity case.
As for my social life, I'm trying. Trying not to let this stroke be so consuming in my life that I don't have one. Again being social was a big part of who I was. I miss this part of life so much. I've had to say no to quite a bit, but sometimes I just say to myself to hell with it. Going out also puts me on the couch for a few days. So I need to accept the changes, I can't work (for now) I can't drink (ever) going out makes me tired (but I refuse to rot away on the couch) I'm trying to be a good mother (hopefully my kids think so LOL)......But I'm still alive, I'm so thankful I get to see my kids grow up. They are the reason I'm still here. My family and good friends are my rock.
