Never having experienced a stroke before, my recovery has been interestingly different then I would have thought. Not that I had given much thought to having recovering from a stroke before March 15th, 2012. But I had given some. I have a great grandmother who was paralyzed from a stroke in her 30’s and dead from one in her 40’s so I had thought of her struggles before I encountered mine. Here’s how it’s gone for me:
Day 1: I am ordered to stay in bed because of the medication called TPA, I refuse to pee in a pan so when the nurses leave I unhook, jump out of bed, feel very dizzy and try and act like I can walk a straight line. I begin to think that maybe this was why I was suppose to stay in bed… will take dizzy over peeing in a pan.

Day 2: I take my first walk around the wing, get back and cry.
Day 4: I am home now. I have to touch to the wall to walk without running into it. This feels off and I am still dizzy but I think I might go to church. (In all my life, I have only missed church a few handful of times and it’s only when I am sick… I try to decide if I am really sick enough) Johnny decides for me and makes me stay home. I realize later that day that that was probably the right choice. We have over 25 people stop by... I feel so LOVED!
Day 5: My first day alone again. I do a load of laundry and then sleep for the rest of the day because I am so exhausted. I keep thinking, “What the heck!!! I don’t have time for this!”
Night 5: I know I have to go to the Gym tomorrow. I have nightmares all night about making it up the stairs to the only thing I think I might be able to do… the bike. I dream of falling, I dream of making it up and not having the energy to make it down, I dream of collapsing and making a scene! Worst one of all!!!
Day 6: My first trip to the gym. I am welcomed by Gaynell. Everyone is so sweet. I cry because I am embarrassed and because I am scared that my nightmares will come true and because everyone is hugging me. I wish I had my body back. A dear friend grabs my arm and we walk up the stairs together. I make it, bike for 5 and make it down! Miracle!
Day 10: My body still hurts start using Immortelle essential oil and makes a HUGE difference!
Day 30: I am making it through the days better. I only need one – two naps! Dizziness has faded but still lingers when I am fatigued. Most of my physical body had reconnected. I am an emotional wreck! EVERYTHING makes me cry.
Day 56: I go back to visit Dr. Neil. I thank him for saving my body and cry like a baby… I ask him if this is normal and he sweetly tells me yes! I am not crazy!
Day 59: I am so thankful that I am here to celebrate my sons 12th birthday! He has been so strong through this trial. I hug him tighter today.
Day 62: Sarah turns 8! I take treats into her class and treasure every moment.
Day 68: The In-laws are coming! I haven’t deep cleaned my house in ages. I work all day and night and collapse on my bed afraid my tired body will have another stroke. I am still an emotional wreck and worry that I will cry the whole time they are here. Desperate times call for desperate measures! Johnny learns the Aroma Touch massage technique. I wake up WAY better!
Day 69: I catch my first trout!

Day 70: One of the greatest days of my life. Sarah chooses to be baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and Tevan receives the Priesthood! I am one happy mom and I survive the day!

Day 74: Johnny turns 36 and we got to Disneyland. The crowds make me dizzy but I live to tell about it! It’s the first time all my kids can ride everything and I have to stay off… boo hoo! We do all manage to fit onto splash mountain together and get a perfect picture! Only cry once that day!

Day 76: I turn 34! I am exhausted. In-laws are both struggling with ailments and I am barely hanging on.
Day 83: I reacquaint myself with my bike. John goes with me on my first ride and it goes well. I am slower but love it!

Day 87: Visit the American Girl doll store with the girls in Los Angeles. They are in heaven and so am I!
Day 88: Last day of school is tomorrow and I still can’t think of anything special for the teachers I love… Crying is now under control but now having anxiety attacks… so weird!
Day 89: Last day of school! So relieved I can have my kids all to myself! Can’t wait for all our fun pool days!
Day 99: Survive Cub Scout day camp and send Tevan off on his first ever week long campout. How will we make it through the week! More anxiety…
Day 102: Visit our storage unit and the white walls make me dizzy. Realize once again that my brain is still healing in phases. Anxiety should disappear soon. Just like all the other issues that have slowly resolved. Thank Heavenly Father for one more day!