.......are greatly exaggerated.

First off I want to say a gigantic thank-you for all the kind words, generous comments, prayers and thoughts that have been sent our way. Mrs Byster and I have been deeply touched by the responses we have read on the whole of Rendo.

Next, I want to thank you guys who stepped up to the plate in my absence and took the load off my back.

You guys Rock big time! Rendo rocks big time! Thank you!

Ok, so WTH happened?

Some of you might know that I had a car wreck back in 07. Although we didn't find out for months, it appears that the force of the crash caused me to have a stroke - varified by CT & MRI scans. Since then the specialists have come to the conclusion that I have had several TIAs (Transient Ischaemic Attack) or 'mini' strokes.

Recently I'd been having problems with my speech and muscle spasms so I got my MD to check me out. She wasn't happy and sent me up to the local hospital for an urgent CT scan on the 12th. During that scan I kinda lost the plot, got seriously confused - to the point where the scanner techs grabbed a wheelchair and rushed me down to A&E.

Then it all got a bit blurry. I'm being stabbed with needles, dosed up with pills and wheeled up to the Stroke Unit where I'm attached to all kinds of wires and monitor stuff by hot nurses who tell me they love Martians and want me to stay a few days.

During those first 24 hours, I lost a lot of my speech capabilty and some mobility, and I was unbelievably tired. For the next couple of days all I had to do was eat, sleep and fornicate.....ok.....so maybe not fornicate......listen to Doctors mutter and mumble and try to decide what's been happening in my head - not an easy thing at the best of times - and what to do about it.

By the following Tuesday I'm rested, covered in bruises from all the needles and bored stupid! So with piles of do's and don'ts from the Docs and Nurses, Speech Therapists and Occupational Therapists, they kick me out!

Right now though, I'm not allowed to drive and I have a bunch of new meds. The powers that be are going to rig up some kind of alarm proceedure because both Mrs Bryster and I are considered vulnerable and at risk.

Well, that's about it so far. Thanks once again for everything. Over the next few weeks, when I've rested up, I expect to be back to normal and pulling my weight.

Now, where's that comfy chair...............................?

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All the Woes of a World by Jonathan Icknield aka The Bryster

And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...