After my stroke I was constantly walking into things that were on my right side. I thought this was kind of funny. I mean, how often do you see a grown, sober person walking into a wall or doorway or planter. I didn't laugh out loud about it (because I couldn't), but trust me I was laughing. And you know the funniest thing, I secretly think that my rehab team thought that it was funny. They gave me control of a wheelchair that was occupied by a woman who couldn't talk. So here we are, a woman who can't walk a straight line pushing the wheelchair of a woman who can't tell her to turn left or stop. What's the name of that Richard Pryor movie, "See No Evil, Hear No Evil". What a comedy of errors. The nurses should be fired for that one.