It’s one of life’s “things” that I find a bit frustrating. I’m well known, professionally and locally. I’m currently trying to pick up new hobbies and getting out doing more experiences.

I am constantly faced with the same questions:

• What happened to you?
• What have you done to your arm? people assume I have an arm injury
• What’s your history?

I am, pretty much, very open; I’d be a hypocrite if I wasn’t considering, well, this *gestures at blog*

So I don’t mind answering but it nearly always leads into more questions or a bigger conversation which I don’t enjoy and find tiresome.

Yes I am young to have had a stroke, yes it did happen in my 30s.

Yes I do look “ well” because I’ve worked hard.

No it didn’t just happen; it was during surgery

Yes that is rubbish

Maybe there was something that could have been done but I don’t really know.

Yes it was very scary; it still scares me now.

Yes there is a legal case ongoing, no I absolutely don’t want to talk about it.

Yes I do work and drive with an adapted car.

I got back to work Just under a year but I gave up a lot of the role.

Thanks for your interest and concern.

Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude (yeah, yeah)
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in my grandpa’s glass (grandpa’s glass)
Life’s gonna do what it does (ooh)
Sure as the good Lord’s up above
I’m cut like a diamond shinin’ in the rough (shine, shine)
Tough

🎶- tough, Lana del Rey and Quavo 2024