Changing stroke rehab and research worldwide now.Time is Brain! trillions and trillions of neurons that DIE each day because there are NO effective hyperacute therapies besides tPA(only 12% effective). I have 523 posts on hyperacute therapy, enough for researchers to spend decades proving them out. These are my personal ideas and blog on stroke rehabilitation and stroke research. Do not attempt any of these without checking with your medical provider. Unless you join me in agitating, when you need these therapies they won't be there.

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My blog is not to help survivors recover, it is to have the 10 million yearly stroke survivors light fires underneath their doctors, stroke hospitals and stroke researchers to get stroke solved. 100% recovery. The stroke medical world is completely failing at that goal, they don't even have it as a goal. Shortly after getting out of the hospital and getting NO information on the process or protocols of stroke rehabilitation and recovery I started searching on the internet and found that no other survivor received useful information. This is an attempt to cover all stroke rehabilitation information that should be readily available to survivors so they can talk with informed knowledge to their medical staff. It lays out what needs to be done to get stroke survivors closer to 100% recovery. It's quite disgusting that this information is not available from every stroke association and doctors group.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

The canoe vacation as therapy

I just came back from 4 days in the BWCA in Minnesota. 2 friends hauled my ass in a canoe to a site on Gabbro Lake. We had a 208 rod portage to even get to the putin on Little Gabbro. My dorsiflexion has vastly improved since this episode in 2008. No smashed toes or falls. The portage was great therapy, up hills and down and having to correct ankle stability all the time while carying a 40 lb. pack. Because I was the duffer in the center of the canoe I sat on one of the packs. It was terrifying. Within 20 yards I knew we would tip over unless I lowered my center of gravity in the boat. 50 yards away was Safety Island, a 15 yard long rock with 4 10-15 foot pine and evergreen trees on it. I managed to get into a kneeling position when we grounded there. After 1 attempt to run up the class 1 rapids separating little Gabbro from Gabbro. I directed us to the right eddy where we lined the canoe up. When asked later what I rated the chances of making it thru the rapids safely, '50%'. With over 40 years of paddling canoes and much hairy whitewater, duffing it with no control over the course of the boat was excruciatingly depressing.

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  1. UnknownJune 6, 2013 at 12:03 PM

    Good for your friends for including you. And good that you can still participate in a form of your favorite activity, even if not fully participate. I don't even try to golf anymore, and as for tennis, my wife and children play a version of it with me where they hit the ball to me, instead hitting it by me. It's depressing, but at least it's exercise that's sort of fun. IIWII

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