Personal Narrative: When My Stroke

Never in a million year would my family or anyone else have thought that this would happen to me, let alone any other 14 years matured. When I went through my stroke two years ago I had lost everything. There has never been any other time that has put me to the test, in the way that this had. When I finally made it through, even I was surprised by the amount of strength, courage, and persistence that I had given.
After having a stroke the utmost common impairments are weakness on one side of the body, joint pain, muscle stiffness or spasms spasticity, problems with sense of touch or ability to feel different temperatures, pain, numbness, tingling in your limbs, and trouble with starting or coordinating body movements, also known as apraxia.
It was near morning when I had succeeded in getting there, and not until the next morning that they had started doing extensive testing. After that, I don’t admittedly remember much, besides certain conversations here and there. When I first came fully back to myself, I had a few days where I just laid in bed, but in the end, it was time to start my physical therapy. It was tough at first due to the fact that I still could not feel the majority of my right side at the time. They started out with speech, physical, and occupational therapy.
Seeing that my condition was in such dire straits they started off slowly working their way up to a more rigorous therapy session. The nurses would come to my room everyday around lunch to do some light activities, such as writing, reading, hand stretches, and short walks. Then we would slowly work to having a few sessions in the room and the rest in their office. The first one that I had down in their office would be physical therapy, mainly because they needed to use more equipment, that they could not get into the
It was my sophomore year of school and I missed pretty much all of it. There were only a few classes that I could go into school for these were math and science. Given that my left side of the brain was affected and it controls the more creative aspects, I could take and comprehend the math and science through the right side of the brain. It was hard for those in the school to understand what was going on, with only going to school for a few hours. They had never seen or even heard of someone having a stroke in high school, which only made things worst. Now I had not only missed most of my sophomore year but now I was also feeling like an outsider. It was hard to fit in and not feel like people were treating me different. The next year, when I was going all day that is when it changed, even though I was still not with my class I was not being looked at differently.
Whenever someone looks back on my school year they see a year that has two or three classes and then it is back to the maximum amount allowed. No one really understands how much work and the different emotions that I faced during this time. It was a constant battle of emotions and just pushing them back, in order to get caught back up. Everyone at the school was very understanding of what my needs were and did everything they could to make me comfortable. They were always telling or asking if it was to much or if a break was