Tuesday, 3 October 2017


All set up to feed and heal the troops after battle. My Goodwyfe stall was going well, lots of visitors asking questions, smelling the herbs and potions and even my home made blood for the bandages came out perfect.

Then I had a mini stroke, started burbling unable to speak, my face fell on the left side and I was rushed to Warwick A&E.  It was scary and I was unable to take in what was actually happening to me. My husband noticed it immediately and the Sealed Knot medics sent us off with their Sat Nav - an australian guy who said "You have reached your destination, grab your sunnies and don't let the seagulls eat your chips!"

A week of hospital tests visits and scans and I am home again alone. I couldn't write for a week, I felt nothing, was nothing. Just existed in a middle world of eating, sleeping, tests and tablets.

What next?  More hospital visits, Drs Visits in a week or so. What now?  Me trying to be human again.  The only good thing to come out of this was my son came over from Sweden to see me. Pleasurable and frightening in equal measure.  Was he told something I didn't know?

 Although I look okay in the photo - paranoia and panic rages in every little pain or ache imagined or real. I am on two drugs one to slow my heart and one to thin my blood. I have after years of keep fit and dieting no blocked or furred arteries.

But I can't seem to find my way back to me.


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