You’re at home, on any given Saturday. Just another Saturday. But today we’ve decided that we’re going to move the bed from the guest room upstairs to start dealing with the night heat. It’s May 31, and although this 2024 is being benevolent, the rigours of summer are not long in coming.<\/p>\n
The truth is that the move of the bed is simple. It’s not really a bed, but a Japanese futon with a bamboo canap\u00e9 that doesn’t weigh too much. I tell my wife that I can pull it up in several rounds. \u201cDon’t worry, honey,\u201d I tell her, thinking that maybe I’ve been too clever and that the extra kilos are starting to be a bit of a problem. I’m not that fit any more.<\/p>\n
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David Arr\u00e1ez suffered a stroke on 31 May 2024. Photo: Soni Mart\u00ednez.<\/p><\/div>\n
But I finally succeed.\u00a0The four elements of the futon are already up. And that’s when you notice that something isn’t right.<\/p>\n
And then you start to feel bad. Very bad. And dizzy. Very dizzy. Extraordinarily dizzy. Never, not even in the drunkenest of your youthful nights, have you felt anything like this. And then you fall. Like a stone.<\/p>\n
You wait a little while for it to pass. It’s strange. It doesn’t go away. The dizziness persists. You try to sit up, but you just can’t.<\/p>\n
What is going on?<\/p>\n
Then you realise that you are a dead weight, five foot five inches tall, wrapped in 107 kilos of authentic Mallorcanness that doesn’t quite understand what is happening. The only thing that is clear to you is that it is not normal. Nor is it good. You grab hold of the table next to you, make the effort and get up. You’re still very dizzy. But something tells you there’s more to it.<\/p>\n
That’s when you realise that things move, your arms float, and when you look at your hands, it’s as if they were the protagonists of the film The Matrix.<\/em> My hands move and flow, my fingers multiplying as if the Wachowski sisters were making a new instalment of the sci-fi saga. Right next to that Japanese futon.<\/p>\n And that’s the sensation I felt: my hands were moving and multiplying as if I were in The Matrix<\/em>… Something wasn’t right in my head. Something was wrong.<\/p>\n At that moment, you decide to go down. You take a step, and the ground disappears. Your 107 kilos of weight plummet back down. It hurts. And you get up again, you try to take a step, but the ground disappears again. The new blow also hurts. And so on and so forth up to three times.<\/p>\n Arr\u00e1ez, at the Basque Tech Summit 2024 technology congress. Photo: Soni Mart\u00ednez.<\/p><\/div>\n You finally call for help in desperation, with a terror that grips your whole body. You already suspect what might be happening, even though you are a person who, despite being overweight, takes relatively good care of yourself.<\/p>\n You do not smoke. You do not drink more than the occasional beer. You are not a regular user of energy drinks. You are not a drug user. You are not hypertensive, nor do you have high cholesterol. You are not, are not, do not drink, do not consume, no, no, no, no… But yes. Is it happening to me?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n As you go over what is happening, one thought keeps hammering in your mind, incessant and rhythmic: something is not right in my head.<\/p>\n With the help of your wife and daughter, you make it downstairs and trudge through the house, bumping into every door frame you try to get through. More banging. More pain. Something is not right in my body.<\/p>\n And then you arrive at the hospital.<\/p>\n \u201cIt’s only vertigo. It can wait,\u201d says the doctor on duty at Son Ll\u00e0tzer. The suspicions of the triage nurse who went to look for her are ignored…<\/p>\n Six hours later, you are attended to. Six hours of relentless torture in which you know something is not right. Six hours of terror in which you fear that the worst could happen and that there is no turning back. Six hours of panic, of uncertainty, of guilt for all the things you haven’t done and don’t know if you’ll ever be able to do again. You are guilty of so much wasted time working, in meetings, with clients, trying to earn more money… The wasted time of a life that maybe comes to an end today and now you know what really mattered. Maybe too late.<\/p>\n Then a new doctor arrives, and you hear the terrible words for the first time: \u201cIt’s a Code Stroke.” And everything comes rushing in.<\/p>\n Illustration of two types of stroke: haemorrhagic stroke (left) and ischaemic stroke (right).<\/p><\/div>\n Eighth day of hospitalisation. Discharge. I return home with the only conclusion that we don’t know what caused the “Code Stroke.” And it’s time to start again, overcoming a tiredness that leaves you exhausted from the moment you wake up in the morning. You are not even able to go to the toilet on your own. And the fatigue continues. For days, weeks, a month, and another…<\/p>\n \u201cSymptoms that have not been overcome in the first six months after a stroke are likely to be permanent.\u201d The statement by the neurologist stuck with me.<\/p>\n I did not suffer from facial paralysis or hemiplegia. My speech is normal. But this eternal tiredness terrifies me. The word \u201cpermanent\u201d does not leave my mind. This tiredness, forever…<\/p>\n I start to go swimming, just like when I was young. Accompanied, at first, for a few minutes. There will be many permanent things in my life, but it won’t be a stroke that will get the best of me.<\/p>\n As 2024 draws to a close, six months have already by now gone by. I’ve been back at work for a few weeks now, even with bouts of super-tiredness (that’s what I call it) that accompany me for a few hours and for a few days.<\/p>\n But many things have changed.<\/p>\n I swim for an hour almost every day. 2,500 metres almost every day (watch out Phelps, David Arr\u00e1ez is coming) and ten kilos of Mallorcanness have left me. I feel better than ever.<\/p>\n But the fighting goes on. At fifty-something, I still have much to live for. A lot to live for. And more desire to live than ever.<\/p>\n I have been lucky. Very lucky. All the luck in the world. Because my \u201cCode Stroke\u201d will not be permanent. Many others will not be able to tell the tale.<\/p>\n Right now, all I can think about is that we have to take care of ourselves. And very much so. And to learn. To learn that the most important thing in life is the only thing that, when it runs out, we can never get back: time.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n <\/p>\n![\"David](\"https:\/\/mallorcaglobalmag.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/David-Arraez-2.webp\")
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