u/johnsgurl

Two weeks ago, the symptoms started. I figured it was a UTI. I get them sometimes and urinary tract issues run in my family. So I got on Wisp, did the consult, got the antibiotics. Antibiotics run out but the symptoms haven't changed. Go back to Wisp, get a second round. Same result. So now I'm starting to wonder what the heck is the problem. So then I did the big bag thing. I googled it. Google had lots to say about neurogenic urinary dysfunction. My issue is the time frame. It's a full month later when this started. Google had something to say about that. So I decided to double check Google by looking as NHI and various journal articles. 98% of what Google said is accurate. I just can't find anything to back up this 4-6 week post stroke delay of urinary symptoms.

My symptoms are: increased frequency, constant heaviness like a full bladder, stress incontinence, spasms in the urethra, shivering and goosebumps when I pee. I have a good solid pee in the morning and then it just gets worse thriving the day. I wake up all night having to pee. Always feel super full. The spasms happen several times a day. They're awful and bring tears to my eyes. Has anyone else experienced this? Especially 4-6 weeks post-stroke. What was your diagnosis, if you're willing to share? Had anyone heard of this before?

I live in an old house. 116 years old. So my scale says something different depending on where I put it. Wildly. 246 to 253 to 257. So I'm wondering if there's a scale out there that can compensate for that. Anyone else have this issue? Suggestions?

Thanks.

I live in 9 acres in Central Washington. We have so many birds out here. Sparrows and magpies. And Doves. Lots of Doves. This sweet thing (I'm assuming she's a girl because she's very quiet, but she might still be scared, so we'll see) didn't fly away when my husband was feeding the farm animals. So he approached her and she walked away from him. It was kinda cute because she kept looking over her shoulder at him. If you can imagine a slightly chubby, 6 ft, bearded man following this Doves, hunched over, saying in the cutest baby voice, "Come here. I won't hurt you. I want to help you." He called me, and we got her in a box. I have chicken brooder that is long, not tall. It has a heater and a light. So we cleaned that out. We put down paper from boxes, a box, and some shredding paper.

Once we got her settled, we checked her out. Something pulled out a bunch of tail feathers. They took a significant bite out her wing at the base. So, like 1/4 of her wing is missing, clear down into the muscle. It's healing, but that's not growing back. I have chlorhexidine coming, along with some other things. Vitamins, dishes, proper food, a book, etc. I'll irrigate the wound, clean it real good, and help it to heal. She still won't be able to fly, making her non releaseable. We let her rest for the night with heat. In the morning, when her poof went down, we fed her some dove feed. It has two seeds in it. She picked out all the sunflower seeds. I have a pellet feed voming and some neo-grit.

All this to ask the question, what about her mate?

I have a real issue bringing her mate out of the wild and into captivity if he isn't injured at all. That feels wrong to me. So, is she OK on her own. Should I get her a domesticated dove to spend her days with.

I keep thinking of her poor mate out there, cooing to her, waiting for an answer that isn't coming. That makes me so sad.

My husband suggested putting her in the window, with the top off (she can't get out. She can't fly ) and seeing if her mate would come to her. That's great but them we go back to the ethical dilemma of taking a perfectly healthy wild creature and placing them in captivity. I have so many more questions. Like what kind of cage you all reccomend. How do I keep her feet off wire but also encourage poo to fall into the tray. I see those things, floor grates, but what's the difference between those and wire. Do you know how hard it is to find a cage with 3/8 in between bars? Almost impossible. Is 1/2 inch ok? Is the water soluable 20% amoxicillin appropriate for prophylaxis antibiotic treatment? What kind of barrier do I put on her wing to prevent fly strike and keep moist? Neosporin? Vaseline? It can't really be bandaged. I'm sure I'll have more questions. That's the start. Thank you all so much.

ETA: Can doves have topical lidocaine?

My daughter broke off a tooth last night, and she needs to get something done about it. My son needs dental care as well. Suggestions?

I had my stroke on June 25th. It was a cerebellar ischemic midline to slight right stroke. I'm doing fairly well, with very little deficit. When I got out of the hospital, I was told to rest and then do some light walking.

I was home for 2 days when my daughter called. She's lives an hour away. She needed someone to watch her son for 5 days. I don't get to see my grandkids often,so I said absolutely.

My grandson is 10 and very sweet. He likes to help. So we just hung out and watched Steven Universe. He played Death to Daylight, and I praised his murder skills. I ordered his food and made my own.

The day I got home, I saw my doctor. We noticed some right sided weakness that wasn't caught in the hospital. The next day, I saw my nutritionist.

While there, I had an incident. I couldn't get a full breath. My skin was clammy. My brain felt buzzy. I'm normally a very sedentary person. I'm trying to change that. It's also very hot here. I don't do well in heat because of my meds. Then, I panicked. So, I started hyperventilating. I also hadn't eaten yet.

I think that all together that made for an incident. EMTs came. I was sent home. I got a kind lecture from my doctor about taking it easy. I need to rest. You need to heal and rest is what they tell me. Like how much rest. Define rest.

My day pre-stroke is spent on the couch watching TV. I do brain stuff. Pay bills. Plan expenses. Plan projects. My brain doesn't do quiet. I have ADHD and even with meds on board, it doesn't stop. It just makes more sense.

We didn't leave my daughter's apartment the whole time I was there. How much more rest do I need. I mean, the obvious adjustments are being made. I'm not going out in the heat. I'm eating on a healthy schedule. And I'm sitting on the couch watching TV and planning the dog houses for the backyard dogs, while I wait for the housekeeper to come to do a walkthrough for a quote.

I don't even have pants on. Or a bra. Like I don't want to rest. Resting is part of the problem. I wanna build a dog house and set up a chainlink fence in my back yard and train my alpacas and build a path over the pond and trim my alpaca toes, and shear them.

My life almost ended, and I'm excited to actually participate in life again. When I got sober, I kinda stopped doing life because I was scared to relapse. I want to dig my hands into soil and go to protests and confront evil and maybe even bunjee jump to face my fear of heights.

But they tell me to rest more than I was before when I was totally sedentary.

What was your experience trying to rest post-stroke once you were home from the hospital? How long? What did resting look like for you?

I have Walmart delivery open. Do you all have any favorite quick meals that you like? Something stroke friendly with very little prep. I have not tried to cut a vegetable yet. I handle utensils fine. I couldn't stand for very long pre-stroke due to an awful back. What is your quick meal go to?

Thanks, everyone!

I have one more nutrition appointment, a blood draw, and an abdominal ultrasound. That's it.

I had a stroke on Thursday.

Doc (not my surgeon) said to wait three months.

Have any of you had the surgery after a stroke?

Mine was in the cerebellum at the midline. It was caused by estrogen pills. I already had risk factors, though.

I'm a little scared.

Is stroke one of the weight related conditions that qualify one for the sleeve?

I got really lucky and have about 90% of my function intact.

Am I screwed now? If you have had surgery after stroke, was there anything they did differently?

I'm on baby asprin now. Yes, estrogen is stopped forever.

I'm 50 years old. On Thursday night, I had an acute ischemic midline/slightly right cerebellum stroke. At 9 p.m., my perception fractured. I could feel my mom. She died 8 years ago. I was dying. My mortal coil was quickly fading.

At 12:30 a.m., I was talking, texting, and making decisions.

At 9 p.m., I had zero speech. Zero muscle tone or control. I couldn't focus my eyes.

Day 3, I had 90% recovery.

It's day 4. The only deficit I have is slow tracking eyes, and I'm a bit over emotional. My gait is still a bit wide.

I don't understand how.

I want to be clear. I am immensely grateful. I don't want to appear unappreciative. I am so very grateful.

I just don't understand.

I don't understand how. Or why.

Let me explain.

I haven't lived a clean life.

I'm a grandma. I'm a mom of 4. I have 3 grandsons. I've done my best. I'm a veteran. I have a child with Autism who is also trans. Every single one of my kids has ADHD. So do I.

I'm a meth addict with 6 years clean. I'm a non-smoker for the past 2 years. I'm fat with my triglycerides at 250. I have PTSD. I have Major Deppression. I have severe executive dysfunction. My house is a mess. I rarely move, and I hate every minute of my frozen existence. I'm retired due to disability from my time in Iraq. I have maybe 20 years left on this earth. I have been trying to improve my health before this happened.

I'm just months away from gastric surgery. I'm avoiding all processed food to the best of my ability. I don't drink soda. I drink milk, water, and one cup of coffee.

I went on estradiol for perimenopause. Apparently, that was my nail in the coffin, no almost pun intended.

I don't deserve this recovery.

I'm struggling because of it. It just doesn't make sense.

There are babies and children who suffer awful deficits from strokes. Young people. Good people. People who contribute. People who work every day to make the world a better place. I raise alpacas. I'm a junkie who raises alpacas.

I don't deserve this. If I had the power, I would give it away in a second.

This isn't a self-esteem thing. This is pragmatism.

It's also so stupid.

I don't know. Maybe this is a deficit I'm just not recognizing.

I don't understand the mechanics of how I survived.

I don't understand why I survived.

I don't understand why I felt my mom.

I just can't process this entire experience of near death.

I cry a lot about it.

I can't rectify a total lifestyle change when I feel fine.

Am I alone in this? Am I just an overprivledged brat that doesn't understand gratitude? Am I tone deaf considering this audience? Is there even an answer for all this? Is existentialism a common sign of stroke?

Ok

I haven't been scheduled yet. I do my last nutrition course in like 2 weeks. Then we'll schedule and I'll get my bloodwork and my abdominal ultrasound during the wait time. So I'm like 2 months out. I'm starting to stress a bit. I'm so worried about my veins. I have the worst veins ever. They're all gone. I have a history of IV meth addiction. I have one vein in my bicep that I use for blood draws. I guard that vein. Aside from that one little guy, they're all gone. My ankles, hands, inner thighs, back of the knee, foot, all gone. The last time I was in the hospital for any reason, it was strongly suggested that I get a picc or central line. So I'd them will infiltrate. They've used ultrasound to find veins, and they just infiltrate. They never believe me. They all want to try. They want to poke me 100 times to just never find one. If they happen to find one, it infiltrates within an hour. Does anyone else have these horribly fragile, collapsed veins? If so, how did you handle surgery? Who should I be talking to about this? To be clear, I'm talking about IVs. The people that draw my blood know me and they take very good care of my bicep vein. Suggestions?