@Triduana I look forward to seeing pics and hearing about all the festivities at the festival. Think... paintings....
Ayin, at least you know people care enough to lecture, right? Nearly as good as a furry pup.
I had a stroke a little over six years ago- no notice, no health problems. Turns out I have a bad allele on my MTHFR gene (I will take a few seconds for those with a wicked sense of humor to just guess what that acronym stands for...) which is one of those Who knew? things. It is usually found if there are fertility problems, but that is to laugh- I used to figure I could get pregnant using a guy's toothbrush. Turns out, one of my sisters and two of her daughters have it, (and she and one daughter have had TIAs) and my daughter has it; I'm unsure of sons because, while they all told me, Yes, Mom, I'll get that checked, they haven't. Same with our siblings, although we've both been vocal about just getting a genetic test and find out; we were all always adventurous children, mayhap they still are.
I lost bits and pieces of my left side- a muscle impulse into my hip, my knee, my ankle and the two smallest toes, and proprioception (knowing where a body part is without looking/touching it) for a couple days on the left, and have a 1.5 cm bright spot (dead area) on the right posterior basal ganglia- the part of your brain that tells everything "GO!" So, while I can walk, easily, every so often my left leg is a fraction of a second slow in moving, especially the foot rolling through the stride, and I limp, although if I don't pay attention, it's more like Igor clumping along. I'm right handed, so no problems there, but have what is called parathesia (para= abnormal, thesia = sensation) in my left hand which means it is pretty much always asleep-feeling, so sometimes if I am hurrying, I forget that hand can't "feel" correctly and can drop things or jerk or just act weirdly. Not that such is anything new.
Just part of living- I was pretty danged healthy all my life- a couple injuries that healed well, no disease or problem, so I was far more lucky than many. I'm Medicare-age now, which is a nonplussed idea- getting to fifty took forever, and the next decade was still quite long, but these past five years have gone lickety split!
Keep moving around, Folks- it's the best way to stay alive.