Mind of my Stroked Brain

I am guessing you will have heard of sleepwalking.  (the act or state of walking, eating, or performing other motor acts while asleep, of which one is unaware upon awakening; a condition or disorder) In the past month or two, I have started sleepwalking. Now don't let your imagination wild thinking I get up and go walking about. I still can't walk. So I do the next possible thing for me - sleepchatting! 🙂 Its usually between 2 - 4 am. I know the time clearly as its recorded in WhatsApp. Presumably, I get up, I raise my bed inclination (I can't even hold the phone and see the screen at the angle of reclining I sleep) , I start WhatsApp, I find someone (it's not like I message th 1st person in the list), I message someone randomly. Send a message, recline the bed again and go back to sleep.  What do I message ? Luckily it's completely un-understandable gibberish. I will have messaged a sentence of about 5-6 lines, with what looks like words because the letters are sp

When they finally removed the trac tube, everyone was thrilled. Not that i wasnt happy, after all, we have all struggled for so long for it. Entire Mumbai circus was for it.  While there are physiological benefits, it didnt do anything to me psychogically. The real breakthrough has been being able to weild the phone and Whatsapp. All the while there was so much crap going on in my brain , and i had no idea how to express it. It also gave me the strength to stay in the hospital... Now, i can eat all your heads even if i cant eat anything else.... I remember the days when it was look up for YES and look down for NO. That was hellish as most people didnt manage to frame closed ended questions, and most often the answer had to be a MAYBE... Then, thanks to my good friend, came the morse code chart. It was a big step up. But the challenge was most people could not understand it and would turn into a guessing game.. i would get even more frustrated, drive anyone trying to help crazy , and fi