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πŸ•Ί Life on the Outside πŸŽ₯

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  The Breakfasts are way better!πŸ˜‹πŸ³ 81 days post stroke I’ve been home for just over a month...Figure I’m long overdue for an update on my progress.  Just being around the house has been good for my rehab. Unlike the cocoon that was my hospital room/floor, it requires a lot more effort just getting around and getting things done.   The time between Inpatient rehab and outpatient rehab is normally about a two week gap.  During this time there is something called the LHIN (local health integration network) that provides in-home Physio and occupational therapy visits.  I received visits from both with varying degrees of success. Unfortunately, because of Covid, this two week gap has now grown to six weeks.   I am going to the outpatient rehab clinic (called STEP-UP), at Oakville hospital this Thursday for my assessment...Hoping that I will then begin 8 weeks of rehab there. I have supplemented the in-home visits with two or three days a week at a private neurological Physio clinic. My ph

♥️ HOLE PATCHED! ♥️

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 Wednesday August 26th Showed up at Trillium yesterday for my cardiac procedure... SERVICE DATE???  What am I, a car 🚘 in for an oil change?  Just call me HottRod. πŸ”₯  Woke up at Trillium Hospital this morning in the cardiology recovery room.  The procedure went well yesterday.  I was under conscious sedation, so was able to watch most of it on a huge screen in the operating room.  Pretty amazing to witness it FIRST HAND!  They put 2 catheters in my groin and one in my right wrist.  I could actually feel the one in my arm snaking through me.....creepy and cool all at once.  I watched them place the PFO Occluder in my heart.  Nice work Dr. Puley Hole patched!!  πŸ™Œ  (Now i just gotta deal with the three holes left by the catheters)  Hopefully that’s the last of my strokes.  ONE AND DONE! ♥️  I’m gonna have to give the Breakfast Edge to Trillium over Oakville Hospital... Believe your Eyes.....PORK SAUSAGE! πŸ–  The cutlery edge, however, goes to Oakville.🍴 Check out my Funky Flat Fork th

PFO CLOSURE DAY ♥️ 😳

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 Monday August 24th I do, thanks. It has been so great to be home. I spent the weekend relaxing at home with the family by the pool.  Today was my first day dealing with some in-home therapy.  I also went to a local physiotherapy clinic that specializes in Neuro Physio.  I will be going there to supplement my outpatient therapy. Tomorrow is a big day in my recovery. I’m going to Trillium hospital in Mississauga to have my PFO closure procedure done. I will be staying there overnight and then hopefully home Wednesday morning.  It is a routine cardiac catheterization procedure for which I will be under conscious sedation.   Nothing to worry about.  πŸ™„πŸ€žπŸ˜¬  Below is a short video showing the whole procedure… Pretty interesting. Definitely worth a watch. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N9yx5BHRkcU&t=299s Pancake Bites tomorrow! πŸ₯ž 

♥️ Home with the family ♥️

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 Saturday August 22nd I waited a long time for this moment.   A moment I’ll never forget.  We all cried, we all hugged, we all needed it.  Released back into the wild at 3:30 on Thursday afternoon... Jillian was there to take me home.  From the moment I went into the hospital until the moment I left, she was always there when I needed her.  I had the best welcoming committee there to greet me.  The kids made the most amazing signs and cards…  Aqua therapy has been fantastic! It has definitely been an adjustment coming home. More so than I thought it would be. The frustration of having to ask for help with everything. I mean everything.  Definitely need to take time to rest. Gone from puttering around my hospital room, to having to navigate the house and yard. Friday: A couple of errands that HAD to get done on my first full day at home… Went to the DMV with dad πŸ˜’πŸ™„ and LensCrafters to get some new reading glasses πŸ€“. Not sexy but like I said they just had to get done. Tired me out big

I’m Coming Home 🏑

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Thursday August 20th Sometimes it’s good to look back,  in order to move forward…

Mama’s Boy πŸ‘©‍πŸ‘¦

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 Wednesday August 19th Mama’s Boy It was mom‘s turn to visit today. Another epic hug… More tears.... It was fantastic.  πŸ˜­  Last time I saw mom was in the hospital in Sault Ste. Marie when she snapped this pic of a fine looking fella... Go figure… They start allowing visitors two days before I get out.  πŸ€·‍♂️  I gave mom the usual tour, showing her all around my bachelor apartment.  Close your eyes now if you don’t want me to spoil it for you… All part of the journey... Home while I healed. Well tonight will be night 42 in the hospital. My last night in the hospital. It’s the end of this part of my recovery.  6 weeks.  Looking back, it’s safe to say I’ve come a long way.  But I’ve still got a long way to go. I know that I’ll get there. I just have to be patient. ♥️πŸ’ͺ For the last time, from 4North…  Goodnight! 😴

A hug from DAD πŸ‘¨‍πŸ‘¦

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Tuesday August 18th Let me start with the BEST part of my day… August 18th, 2020 As of today the hospital is allowing a visitor a day… And it can be a different person every day.  The only member of my family that I hadn’t seen since my stroke...was my Dad!  It was so great to see him, and to hug him. I think that’s the longest we’ve ever hugged.  And as the tears streamed down my face, all I could say was “it should be me visiting you in the hospital”. 😭   πŸ‘¨‍πŸ‘¦ “Oh don’t worry...that parts still coming” he said. πŸ˜†   5 years ago today, the two of us along with Max, were on a boys camp trip.  Let’s hope that 5 years from now we’re camping together again! August 18th, 2015 But hey… Check out where my hand was in that first picture!!!  I could barely get my left hand belt high a couple weeks ago. I’m pretty pleased with myself. 😊  Dad brought me the WallStreetJournal and a lottery ticket… If I win, I’m gonna split with him 50/50.  Seems fair. 🀷‍♂️   πŸ€ 🀞  It only took 40 days of hos

The JOKER πŸƒ

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 Monday August 17th Joker on a staircase That was me today… Joker on a staircase.  I went up, and down a flight of stairs today.  Believe it or not but this is very exciting. Now I did have not one, but two spotters… LOL.  And I did have a cane. But I made it. Up and down. I have been going up and down four steps in the gym here but hadn’t attempted a full staircase yet. Now I know I’m ready for home. 🏑  Speaking of going home...It turns out my discharge date has been moved up to Thursday afternoon πŸ™Œ because there is a large group being discharged on Friday morning. I figure if Jillian picks me up at 4 o’clock....I can catch the 4:30 GO train into the city, be at the KEG by 5:30 🍻 , dinner at Jacob πŸ₯© ...maybe head to 2CATS around 10...Then head to the Matador when that shuts down.  πŸ™„ KIDDING!  I can’t wait to GO HOME!   Thanks for dropping off lunch this weekend, Johnny!  πŸ†  On a completely unrelated note, I wore shorts with a button...as in NOT ELASTIC waistband!  So what if it

In sickness and in health 🀡 πŸ‘°

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 Sunday August 16th 36 nights.   36 straight nights i’ve spent in the hospital...5 more to go.   That’s 36 nights not at home. 36 nights not at home with Jillian.  36 nights not tucking the kids into bed.  Those first few days after my stroke were like a blur. Just trying to figure out what had happened, how things were going to change, and what lay ahead of me.   Through all of it, Jillian was incredible. In ‘crisis mode’ as she put it. Driving the RV back to the SOO.  Calling for back up help, getting the kids settled in the hotel in Sault Ste. Marie, at my side in the hospital.   For 36 straight days she has been right by my side.  There to hold my hand, give me a hug, or encourage me. We cried together....more than once.  There through all the doctor 🩺 meetings asking all the questions that I didn’t know to ask.   Bringing me dinners, bringing me lunches, bringing me coffees ☕️, bringing me snacks.  She brought me a coffee machine. She brought me clothes. She took back my dirty la

Jager πŸ₯ƒ SHOTS!

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 Saturday August 15th I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again… The weekends are hard. Without the daily routine schedule, there is a lot of downtime.  Too much downtime. Time to think. Think about how this happened.  Think about why this happened.  Think about how much I hate that this happened.  It’s hard. Every single day is hard. Things that are supposed to be so easy, are so hard.  I get frustrated. I can pretend that I don’t, but I do.   And at the end of a long day, Jillian arrives. Smiling like she always is, here to lift my spirits. To spend time with me. To help me heal.♥️  And then she tells me to look out the window. Somethings happening, someone’s here… here for you... #KitzbΓΌhelCrew The perfect thing to lift my spirits. They even did  JAGERMEISTER shots in the parking lot! So close I could almost taste it.   They even brought dinner… #Sottosotto From sun up to sun down, today had the full range of emotions.... 6 more sleeps... πŸ›