And other stories which I shouldn’t laugh about, but do.

When it comes down to it, there’s not much funny about the situation. I suffered a stroke after an internal carotid artery dissection.

But, I was one of the lucky ones. Surgery could fix me.

I have to level with you. I have been holding back some secrets.

Although it’s satisfying, in one way, to lead you down the path that I’m doing my best and fighting the good fight, its not in the true spirit of honesty.

The fact is that I have many good days, but they come with a twist. They are laced with the drug of my bad behaviour and then my dimmer switch comes on, full blast.

i am a creator.

Now the hard part began…

I wanted to have my rehabilitation my way. No cookie cutter approach, please!

Come, let me entertain you with a good story that starts with a rather seemingly typical, “normal” female and ends with me cursing at my husband in a sea full of umbrellas, blaming my stroke for “its bad behaviour”.

Let me set the stage for you, shall I?