Saturday, Oct 14, 2018 to when - TBD

Waking up the next day was a little hard to assimilate. A rehab facility, restrained by a bed alarm that if you left the bed went off and restricted to moving via wheelchair where ever you went. Even the wheelchair had an alarm that would sound if you tried to get up yourself. You couldn't do anything yourself without a nurse approval. I was on lock down with my movement being closely monitored. That was a small world indeed and the exact opposite of the one I wanted.

The sleep was anything but restful and I had become restricted to sleeping in the most awkward way … on my back with my right arm elevated by its own pillow. It being a relative non participate in the activity of the body at this time. Hygiene and bathroom became my first chore and it was an eye opening experience totally controlled by the nurse on duty assign to me as well as a few other patients. I had to be lifted on to and off of the toilet by a nurse even though I felt I could do it. They had 3 shifts and each time they changed we met to discuss our status with the on coming nurse team. I tried to do my business and get cleaned up as best I could but it was extremely tough. You can't imagine how difficult it must have been that first day experiencing it all for the first time since the stroke. This was a new norm and I had no choice but to comply and to accept that this was to be the new way of getting ready for the day. It was extremely time consuming and frustrating.

Arriving here on the weekend gave me a chance to at least have some time before the Monday's schedule kicked in. Everything is scheduled here as you would expect and not left for chance. Caring for a lot of patients at various levels of needs required it. The operation was like a finely oiled machine and everybody knew their place and how to make the parts worked together. My job was to learn about it while at the same time accepting my place in it and contributing to it's overall success and subsequently my success. Remember, my goal was getting out of here, but I had to figure out my status first and then work back to some semblance of normalcy as quickly as I could. My family had told me, as well as the initial doctors, that my recovery would be slow and that I needed rehab to make that transition back if I was going to make it at all. Nobody wanted to talk about how long would take as everybody's stroke journey was different. Also nobody wanted to hear that I wanted to ride the motorcycle again but in my heart the desire was undeniably strong despite their rolling eyes when I talked about it. I knew the truth. If I was going to ride again … I alone had to make it happen.

then the Cavalry arrive …

The weekend and soon after is when I started to get help!

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Loving Prayer Shawl , Bonsai Tree, Goldwing - I Will Return and many other gifts of love express from above and those I love here on earth.

They gave me all a shot in the Spirt I so desperately needed.

Then I found out about the gl1800riders.com forum and that Bob (Monk) had posted about my stroke back on Oct 7th.

https://gl1800riders.com/forums/4-general-mc-message-board/437625-donnieontheroad.html

There were so many post of well wishes for me since that day that I was overwhelm with gratitude!
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That was a genuine surprise to find how everyone was wishing me to get well. People I didn't know but by reading about my travels knew me and wish me well. Very very powerful! Thanks Bob!

How was is it possible to fail? Unfortunately, the negative thought were there everywhere when I was alone at night. I couldn't
hide them inside for long. I couldn't understand why God took away the two things I enjoyed the most in life. Riding & Writing! It took me many a night crying myself to sleep before I would understand …. tears were all I had at that point.



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