Stroking my fears here…

Stroke...what an evil concept, but one I am all too familiar with--the stroke will likely be the thing that does me in one day, save for the freak car accident or possibility of getting hit by a bus. Which is actually not a bad way to go, though it does sound stupid: rationalizing dying through someone else's careless actions, though I've done nothing to do this to myself.

Yesterday I had one, but I downplayed it for most of my reading public. Even my boyfriend isn't entirely aware that it was an actual stroke. I recognized the issue initially while I was in yoga--I probably should have walked out as soon as I felt the funny-but for fear of offending the teacher who is also someone I know outside of class I decided to stay. This involved me not recognizing my right arm as my own during a side stretch up, me getting aggravated the girl next to me was in my space, and then I realized that foreign object was MY actual arm and I pushed through to the end of class without recognizable incident.

Then I got home and that's when the real fun began. In the midst of poaching ...