I had a stroke in September 2021. I’d been experiencing vertigo. I can’t remember how, but I fell and broke my leg on the back steps. I became aware that I was lying on my back, head down the stairs, and the bones in my leg were protruding. I somehow crawled inside and waited for my husband to come home.
I miss that feeling of being safe, and having thoughts that I can trust. I can’t get my head around using crutches, so I use a walker and a wheelchair.
I mourn the old me.
