Buck up, buttercup! I had like a ministroke 5 years ago, when i was 60. I just woke up on a sunday morning crosseyed and falling over. I called 911 to take me to the hospital, where i stayed for a few days. No visitors (i didnt tell anybody), but my t talked to me on the phone a couple of times.

It felt SO GOOD to come home, take a shower, and fix myself a tuna sandwich, and sleep in my own bed. I was just so grateful to have my little ritual, pathetic as it was, to return to.

Youve had a lot of time to prepare for this, lay in some easy to fix groceries, put clean sheets on the bed, wash towels, stack up some tp. Have you seen about having a visiting nurse?

Plus we will be here for you.