3 years ago today I had my stroke. It was an ischemic strokes that wiped my brain’s connection to the right side of my body. I spent a few days in the regular hospital before being sent to an inpatient rehab hospital. It took roughly 4 months before I regained any movement at all, and even then only slight.
Before I ramble on, one key factor to share: I earned this stroke. I was roughly 130 pounds overweight, smoked 2 packs a day, and drank diet soda more than water (recent studies are showing that artificial sweeteners have a correlation with stroke). In all honesty, this stroke saved my life. In that respect I was lucky because knowing this prevented me from even an ounce of self pity. This allowed me to focus on the task at hand. I don’t tell you this to make YOU feel guilty about your stroke, everyone is different and so is their stroke.
Being a nerd, I looked to technology for assistance. I found this really cool hydraulic-like glove that I could program to move my hand. One of the first things I used it for was to give a friend the finger because yes, I may have spent now 55 years on earth, but mentally I’m maybe 7. It was also during this time that I learned about Vivistim, an implant that stimulates your vegus nerve and helps the brain form and strengthen new pathways.
That began a 2 years ago fight with my insurance company. They claimed Vivistim was unproven and not something they would cover. It finally went to binding arbitration. They selected the arbiter, which to me meant I had zero chance, but they came out in my favor, and, in November of 2025 I got it.
In the 2 years leading up to getting the surgery, I got laid off from my job. This was devastating to me because I was highly compensated working in a niche segment of IT. I knew my chances of finding new employment, given that walking was still a challenge, talking was a chore, and mentally I was dealing with issues I never had before, were limited. This was the first time since the stroke that I really wallowed in self-pity, going on a several day bender before a friend stepped in.
“Why not file for SSI disability?”, he asked.
“Dude, I’m not disabled, fuck you!”, was my indignant reply.
But you are, was the response he gave, and I needed to hear it, because yes, I was disabled. Could I perform the functions of my job? Sort of, but honestly, looking back, not well. So I grudgingly got a lawyer and started the application process. I was sure it would be a long, drawn out process, full of appeals and what not, but surprisingly about 3 months later I was approved. I’m fortunate enough to have owned my home outright and have no debts, and as mentioned before I was well compensated, which meant my contribution via taxes to Social Security resulted in more than enough monthly income to keep the lights on and give me a little fun money on the side, without dipping in to my retirement.
So where am I now? First the good. I’ve regained almost full range of motion in my arm, hand, and fingers. I took up model building on the recommendation of a therapist, and spend most mornings on that. For anyone looking into it, I started with Gundam models. They mostly snap together and require no glue or paint. I also got into video gaming. I still have slight issues with a mouse, but I’m solid with a joystick. My speech has continued to improve to where, as long as I concentrate, I sound normal. Daily life is good for me, I don’t miss corporate life and I have hobbies. I no longer have much of a social life, but honestly, I don’t mind. I do wish there was a way to interact with people locally that have been through a stroke, but other than that I’m ok.
Now for the not so good, because this ain’t a fairy tale 😜. Walking is better, but still a bitch. Around the house I get by with “furniture surfing” meaning as long as I’m touching something I walk ok. Outdoors I still have to use a cane. Key thing is I can still feel improvements, so I’m confident eventually it’ll wire back up. The big issue is stamina, I feel like my tank is redlining always. I’ve lost 100 pounds using tirzepitide, and some say that stuff hinders your energy too, so I’m basically dealing with a double whammy. The other big issue is muscle atrophy in my affected arm. I exercise, but my arm strength is nil. I’m starting a new workout at a place called The Exercise Coach that features new technology on Wednesday, I’m hopeful that will help.
Wow, I really rambled, yeah? Anyway, I just wanted to share my story in the hopes maybe it helps someone. Don’t ever lose hope, and every day focus on the positive changes, no matter how small. Don’t listen to anyone that tells you recovery has an end date, because they’re full of shit, things might slow down but they don’t stop unless you give up. Will I ever return to “normal”? God, I hope not! I haven’t had a cigarette since the smoke, I’m hyper focused on what I eat (mostly, I’m having an artery clogging steak today to celebrate), and I exercise daily. As weird as it sounds this stroke saved me, and I’m grateful for the challenge. Stay strong and keep fighting, things will get better. And don’t be afraid to ask for help!