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Went to visit my uncle today. He had a ischemic stroke last week, and is still recovering. Thing is... he's physically OK, but he can't really communicate right now. He thinks the right thing, but when he needs to express it, it's hard, he can't find the words, or he says the wrong words.
Needless to say, he's getting increasingly frustrated because people just don't understand him. I don't know how to help, so I came to my beloved internet to research everything about strokes.
I'm still lost.
Every time something like that happens, it makes me wonder about past, present and future, about mortality, about how things can change in the blink of an eye. I hate it. Introspection does not make kitty happy. Wondering about life, the universe and everything always leaves me with this horrible feeling that the light in the end of the tunnel will certainly be accompanied by very hungry bloodhounds.
Needless to say, he's getting increasingly frustrated because people just don't understand him. I don't know how to help, so I came to my beloved internet to research everything about strokes.
I'm still lost.
Every time something like that happens, it makes me wonder about past, present and future, about mortality, about how things can change in the blink of an eye. I hate it. Introspection does not make kitty happy. Wondering about life, the universe and everything always leaves me with this horrible feeling that the light in the end of the tunnel will certainly be accompanied by very hungry bloodhounds.