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The Results from my MRI, are in, when I looked at the brain pictures I had no clue as to what I was looking at. But a radiologist looked at them first before me and way before my neurologist saw them, and I read the news that I could understand off the paper he wrote.. Sometime within the last 69 years I’ve had two or three very mild strokes, unable to determine when they occurred. I have no memory as to when they happened, and no memory of drooling or slurring my words…Well there was that one time in People’s Park in Singapore on my way back to the fleet landing to catch my ship…!
Then my Doctor looked at the MRI, hemmed and hawed reached up to scratch her head twice and started writing. She looked at me and said; “Kuya you need to start taking blood thinning aspirins. 81 milligrams, every day. Plus a brain pill – That’s the way it was explained to me (Costly Brain Pill) for one month since 30 tablets were prescribed I’ll assume on or about 30 days whichever comes first.
The aspirins were the trouble, as I had a bottle of 400 ea 25 MGs at home and logic told me that taking 3 of those daily was as good as one of the 81 MGs. But according to my wife I’d be wrong. (But I’ll do it my way, anyway because sometimes I’m a thickhead like that.)
Strokes and thinning my blood is nice but I’m here to cure my bad balance and my bad walking and driving, no word on that yet. But keep walking everyday! Which I and the puppies still do, but Carlos is on his way back to Oregon, so I’m on my own. I miss my fellow sailor and our sea stories.
Balance is all I want, to walk without my cane (Although I do look so cool with it) and the stability to drive my car. It is not like I have a plan to run off and join a circus and walk the tightrope or juggle Dachshund puppies in the center ring. I just want to move my butt and car from point “A” to “B” with a minimal hassle. Yes I walk every morning with the puppies, sans Carlos. But plenty of kids and my Mano Po’s! Saint Paddies Day next month is will be one year since I went to the hospital, and remember it is never called Saint Patties Day for any reason. (LOL)