Get out the bunting, Maude – a mere six months after the last one, it’s time for a new Stroke News Digest!

[Check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter for your soundtrack before settling in.] Continue reading Digesta Plaga #12
Get out the bunting, Maude – a mere six months after the last one, it’s time for a new Stroke News Digest!
[Check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter for your soundtrack before settling in.] Continue reading Digesta Plaga #12
After chatting about shiftwork last week, I planned to spend this week talking about why we’re working longer and later hours. But then some stuff cropped up, and there’s going to have to be a change to our scheduled programming.
First, here’s LongSufferingReaderOfTheBlogPaul’s favourite track of 2018 [sic], regardless.
Rule of thumb: That guy would never swimmie-swim knows what he’s talking about
[Sleep patterns messed up? The Apoplexy Tiny Letter can help with that.] Continue reading Irregular Programming
I don’t write about football here very often.
But, bear with me…
[Or get some alternate whimsy and alternative tunes here.] Continue reading Fergie Time
Suffering a brain injury, and the risk of depression associated with recovering from a stroke, has left me with an interest in mental health issues. So when I came across this –
– I had to check it out.
[Read on to find out more. And check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Duchy Originals
Mrs Stroke Bloke and I were just talking about how over five years have passed since my stroke. A lot of things have changed since the day before the stroke. Since the day after the stroke. Since the day I was released from the Rusk Institute. And so on.
The rather hoary old saw I’m ripping here is, time flies…
[Just can’t get enough? Check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Great Expectations
Hooray! It’s the long-anticipated return of the stroke news digest!
There have been some interesting stroke stories in the news this week, and I’d like to share them with you…
[Read on, and don’t forget to check out the Apoplexy Newsletter.] Continue reading Digesta Plaga #11
So, this happened this week:
As a veteran of a #stroke-related #trephination/#trepanning, I’m stoked to listen to this episode of Out Of The Ordinary on @BBCRadio4: https://t.co/MENIEnyhgU
Check out “Trephination” from @NerdBaitBand‘s The Treacherous Brain here: https://t.co/c6AOO49KuG pic.twitter.com/hi1xoGXVBU
— Ricky Monahan Brown (@ricky_ballboy) February 16, 2018
Well, not The Treacherous Brain live. Nor my own trepanning, trepanation, trephination, or trephining. Both of those events happened a while ago, now.
[You need this week’s Apoplexy Newsletter like a hole in the head.] Continue reading Fontanelle
Phew! Between a dose of the Dreaded Lurgy, travel, and the end-of-year festivities, things got away from me a bit for a couple of weeks there.
So it’s thank goodness for the New Year.
Or, is it? Alongside the usual end-of-year reviews and goals for 2018 that I’ve been seeing on my soshul meeds, there’s also been a bit of sniffiness about New Year and New Year’s resolutions. But perhaps nothing quite as scornful as this 1916 column from Marxist theorist Antonio Gramsci:
“I hate these New Year’s that fall like fixed maturities, which turn life and human spirit into a commercial concern with its neat final balance, its outstanding amounts, its budget for the new management.” — Antonio Gramsci, January 1st, 1916 https://t.co/6HB8zJo4Le
— Viewpoint Magazine (@viewpointmag) January 1, 2018
[Be sure to catch more lighthearted japes in the Apoplexy Tiny Letter!
Oh, and there’s some actual stroke stuff if you read on!]
Here is the news…
Whimsical blog of #stroke survivor credited with 38,000% increase in lookups for ‘apoplectic’: https://t.co/jNgTaCxKx1#Trump @VanityFair https://t.co/Tat9SOhy97
— Ricky Monahan Brown (@ricky_ballboy) November 2, 2017
[Is this more FAKE NEWS?!?! Read on to find out where Stroke Bloke’s going with this…] Continue reading Apoplectic Me
This past weekend, I celebrated my Fifth Strokiversary (1, 2, 3, 4). Which I guess means Stroke Bloke is five.
A fair amount of water has passed under the bridge in five years. Let’s reflect, shall we?
[For more personal reflections, join me at the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Now We Are Five