I’ve been having a terribly busy few weeks, and feel like I am out at sea most days. Neurological-fatigue has been ripping through me like nobodies business. Today, as I sought rest, someone said to me, “You are acting like you’ve been at it all day, I’ve been actually at it all day and am knackered”. I kept my cool but responded a wee bit spitefully. I had actually been doing a lot for two hours and a two hour stretch with a post-stroked brain can feel like a week’s work at the time. As a child waking up, my father used to give me a run down of all the impossible things he’d done before breakfast. It is slightly annoying. It’s worse post-stroke because laziness or procrastination just doesn’t enter into any self-justification. The brain has reached its dying embers, it needs to gradually build up its flame again by the billowing reprieve of rest before it can carry on.
But I stray from the reason of this post. I decided to watch a documentary on BBC Four called The Hermit of Treig. I have a fascination, probably due to being a solitary type myself, in people who isolate themselves from the rest of society in some way. So, I thought this would be something jolly to watch while I had my supper. Turns out the chap in the documentary has a stroke. The whole second part of the documentary centres around this issue and his isolation. It was fascinating, encouraging, and a positive story. I thought I would share it with the forum folk.
I too will have a look at the programme. Sounds fascinating.
Sounds like you’ve earned your rest @Rups so enjoy it. I think I’d be tempted to tell them just be grateful you’ve not had a stroke & that you can do stuff.
Just watched the documentary referenced in the title of this thread.
I found it on iplayer after a search and watched it with my Mrs.
It was an hour long, we both found it interesting and enjoyable.
It is a worthwhile watch that I definitely recommend.
I’m pleased that he gets some support now and hope that no-one ever suddenly thinks it would be a good idea to pull him out of there in a misguided attempt to ‘help’ him.
I enjoyed it. Sometimes when I think about the challenge of doing something, I cast my mind back to Ken, and think if he can walk for three hours across the wilderness to catch a train, I can overcome my challenge too.
He has an inspirational attitude. I was thinking of him the other day when he said that his visual disturbances were at least not unpleasant. And it got me through a day when my visual-spatial awareness was poorly but it actually wasn’t unpleasant, just a nuisance.