STROKE!

I was writing one morning and all of a sudden, without any warning, I couldn't read anymore. I decided I was probably wiped out by working too hard (12-14 hours, six days a week) so I decided to take a nap. One hour later I woke up and watched The View. Barbara Walter and Whoopi may have made the stroke worse. Can I sue them now?

I knew I was in trouble when I couldn't recognize Mickey Mouse. At that point, it was time to get to the hospital. Five days later, I was out.

I'm happy, because the stroke was minor. My body is okay. But, now I am having difficulty talking and writing. I am going to have to go on disability for a few months. The prognosis looks very good--the doctors are saying that I should be back close to 100% after a few months.

I will try and write for Broo when I get time. I miss this site for writing and meeting writers. I don't want to lose my Broo King crown, so I will be filing pieces more often to retain my throne as most articles and page views of all-time.

I can talk clearly, but finding the correct words can be tough at times, especially the multi-syllabic ones. (spontaneous, collaboration, smegmatis--these are hard words for me to say this days.) Soon, I will be going to speech therapy.

One phrase has been surprisingly easy to say since the stroke--Fuck You! Some words stay in your sub-conscious unwavering, especially the really important ones.