Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Update. . .

It's coming up on four months since I had a stroke.  At the time, the main 'stroke specialist' who saw me in the hospital was quite optimistic that my vision would recover, and that within three months, I would be back to normal. . .

Alas, that has not been the case.  My vision is essentially unchanged since then.  In the first weeks, I thought I was noticing some improvements, and I may have, but in the sober light of nearly four months experience, the recovery turns out to be pretty minimal, so far.  I tell folks that there are three aspects to my 'recovery' experience: (1) actual healing/recovery, which, in retrospect, seems pretty minimal, (2) adapting to the new 'boundary conditions' on my life and health, which is certainly happening, and (3) wishful thinking, which has probably also been happening.  It is, unfortunately, hard to tell the difference between the three, from inside the confines of my own experience.

So, unless something major happens in the next few months, I am probably done with my working career, and will be looking at retirement options.  Which, you know, ain't so bad as all that.  I turn 62 in less than two months, so I'm not cutting that many years off the various and sundry 'time lines'.  Besides which, I will almost certainly qualify for Social Security Disability, which, along with the long-term disability benefit from my company, will carry me nicely to age 65, when things will 'normalize' again.  Plus, I can start taking my pension from my first job at age 62, at the full payment (which ain't all that big, but it ain't nothing, either).  So, financially, the stroke might even turn out to be a happy thing.  Financially.

The thing is, other than my vision, I feel fine, physically speaking.  As in the initial days, I don't have any physical 'deficits' other than my vision.  All of my limbs are working normally, my speech and memory are fine, and my smile is the same one I've had my whole life.  I had my vision evaluated, and they told me it was good enough to drive, if I felt confident enough.  And that has been the case - I can see well enough in the 'global' sense to drive, and do most of the things I would normally do.  The problem is with the kind of detail that's involved in reading and writing.  I can read, but it's more of a grind than it used to be, and I find myself going over the same passages multiple times to be sure I'm getting them right.  It's actually easier to type stuff on the computer than write them by hand (for whatever reason, writing a check is a particular adventure; maybe that'll save me some money in the long run. . .)

Honestly, my overall health has probably improved since the stroke.  My blood pressure is lower, and I'm sleeping better.  I'm coming to the realization that, for the last few years, I've been pushing myself really hard, in all sorts of ways, and it was taking a toll on my body that I was slow to realize.  If I felt tired or lethargic on a bike ride, you know, the answer was just to keep riding, even ride harder, to burnish my conditioning.  Which works better when you're younger than 62, I guess.  In fact, knowing what I know now about my symptoms, and thinking back, it's likely that I had at least one previous mini-stroke, the effects of which were small enough to basically ignore. . .

And you know, in the back of my mind, the thought of going back to work was provoking in me feelings of dread.  If I were really determined to go back to work, I might even be able to, but I couldn't be anywhere near as productive, and it would only provoke more anxiety and stress.  To say nothing of the 'background' stress of commuting over an hour at either end of the day, just to get there and back.  I'm seeing that I just don't have the energy or stamina for that kind of pushing myself, anymore (and you know, I didn't have it even when I was doing it, the past couple years).  And that simple acceptance is proving to be very liberating.  I was talking with a guy after church, who had recently had a stroke of his own, and had briefly gone back to work, before his boss finally told him it was time for him to be done, before he hurt himself worse than he already was.  "It's just not worth trying to be a hero," he told me, and just admitting that thought into my mind lowered my blood pressure several points, all by itself.

So, the adventure continues.  Jenn and I have been saying for a while that we'd love to retire and have more time/energy available for the marriage ministry we've been involved with, and it seems that we'll be able to do that even sooner than we'd hoped.  Jenn is still working, but me being at home has us looking more seriously at how/when she can join me.  8M graduates high school in two more years, and that will probably be a bright line in the sand (if that isn't mixing my metaphors too terribly).  But at this point, we will simply see what we will see (heh; you see what I did there?)

12 comments:

  1. Wow, not sure if I should say I'm sorry or Congrats? I think most of us prefer to have these things planned out instead of forced upon us. But it sounds like you've really come to terms with retiring and it's good to have some thoughts about what you'll be doing next.

    Having issues with reading, though, that has to hurt. Here's hoping you still see signs of improvement along the way.

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    1. And thanks for sticking around here!

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    2. It really doesn't feel like a 'sorry' kind of thing, so I'll accept congratulations. . .

      I'm not all the way to retired yet, but I'm really liking the idea. . .

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  2. Certainly not the way you'd want to retire, but retirement is nice, and I think the sight thing might improve with time and less stress.

    The only thing I miss about work is calling in sick to steal a day off.

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    1. Well, you know, I don't suppose any of us is really as much in-control of our lives as we'd like to think. . . ;)

      Honestly, the thing I've missed most about past jobs has been the friends I made while I worked there. . .

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  3. Craig I was medically retired at 42 due to strokes, the healing will be slow but you will eventually notice improvements. Not to get into your business but I got my Social Security disability easily and was collecting long term disability also, they told me that this is how it worked but two years later long term disability wanted their money back because I was on Social Security disability too, all I'm saying is to make sure what they are telling you that you should get is correct, it sucks to have to retire disabled but it's worse when they tell you that you will get paid one thing but then decide otherwise.

    Ask a lot of questions and make them put it in writing.

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    1. Good advice, Jimmy; I'll definitely remember that when I'm applying for long-term disability.

      Thanks.

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  4. Letting go (should that be in quotes?) is the hardest part of an unplanned change.
    It is where the short version of the serenity prayer comes in the most handy.
    Saying it out loud and listening to the words make it even more effective.

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    1. You know, just giving myself permission to think about not going back to work brought a lot of serenity, all by itself. . .

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  5. Well, you are the second in my circle (first in the 'virtual' circle) to have to come to this point. I have a buddy who has diabetic complications that have been fighting tooth-and-toenail against his predilection to NOT GIVE UP and to NOT GIVE IN, fearing he'd be a liability. Been counseling him for near a year, constantly reminding him that he's paid into a system that's designed to allow him to step back and relieve the stress from feeling like he HAS to do it all- OR ELSE. He's finally coming around to it, just short of his youngest graduating. May you and he both be able to enjoy the fruits of your labor (and stress) in a life that is far less of each. And far more joy and relaxation, God willing.

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    1. Yeah, that absence of anxiety just from not going to work, was noticeable to Jenn within the first couple weeks. Said she hadn't seen me so relaxed in years. And she oughta know, eh?

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