Since having this #stroke my mood swings between "I feel abandoned why won't anyone fix me" to "this is how I am now, I had best get on with it".

In both cases it is a constant battle every day:

Planning, energy levels, #spoons and all that. Every little thing needs accounting for and explicitly prepping.

Thinking about what I can or should achieve, how far I can go, what timings are. All these little things that you'd take for granted. Add to that a language and cultural barrier that has hampered my recovery and left me constantly on edge and in fear of my life (in case I relapse and suddenly fall over dead) and I'm tired.