After a TIA, recovery can feel less like normal and more like disconnection. This post explores emotional fog, cognitive fatigue, identity grief, and how to live when you don’t recognize yourself anymore.
🧠 Mini Stroke Diaries – Part 3
The Silent Trigger Before I had my TIA, I would have told you I was “just a bit stressed.” Tired, yes. Pressure at work, certainly. I told myself I thrived on pressure — so I […]
Part 2 – What Is a TIA—And Why the Label ‘Mini-Stroke’ Can Be Misleading
When I was first told I might have had a “mini-stroke,” I found the term oddly reassuring. Mini sounds manageable. Small. Less serious. Like something you can shrug off and bounce back from. But as I soon […]
Part 1 – The Stroke That Shouldn’t Have Happened: My TIA as a Healthy, Stressed-Out Person
I didn’t expect this story to be mine. Not at my age. Not with my lifestyle. Not with my health profile. But here I am—writing this because, one day, seemingly out of nowhere, I had […]
Gratitude
Sunday 13 October 2024 Today I’m feeling grateful. Six days on from my TIA and trying to curb the urge to feel sorry for myself (though not always succeeding), I feel the best way to […]
9 Years and Counting
Nine years ago, on 27 December 2014, I was going about my usual routines of getting my bars ready for the night ahead. I had the fabulously successful Ron Tiki Bar and the badly failing […]
It’s Been A While
I tend to only write when something is troubling me, very rarely from a happy place. And today is no exception. Though for the most part I’m happy these days. My addictive traits are worrying […]
Solo in Olhao – Day 2
The boat trip – peaceful, relaxing and nice food. That’s about it 🙂 Meanwhile back in Macclesfield ….
Solo in Olhao – Day 1
12:15 – I’m chilling out. Spent a shit load of cash already and it’s not even lunchtime on day 1. After a shopping spree and a coffee in the fabulous town, I’m now sat on my balcony, listening to Black Acid Soul by Lady Blackbird, and its perfect for the moment.
Blue sky, 20 degree heat, it’s about time I went down to the pool, to add some dazzling white slightly paunchy skin glamour to the mix of people.
The trip to the pool was interesting. I sunscreened up, listened to some chilled tunes, read some of Dave Grohl’s excellent book The Storyteller (when I wasn’t wiping sun screen out of my eyes that is). And at the point of going in the water, the seagulls arrived and took over. So I went for a club sandwich late lunch washed down with Coke Zero and a coffee.
Going on a boat trip tomorrow.
Birthday Approaching – Let It Be
As with all my musings within this blog I start with something that is a rant of utter negativity before refining it into something more palatable in an effort to draw positivity out of the […]