Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Identified as a strokie at Wendys

I usually have a bite to eat at Wendys prior to heading to the Wines of Italy class on Monday nights. This time the clerk started talking about his hand flopping around and the therapist helping him get it back. I had never been identified by anyone else as a stroke survivor and talked to me about it. Probably because my arm and hand have the classic bent spasticity look. He offered to bring the tray of food out to me. He was maybe 25 and had no visible signs anymore.

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