3.5 years ago when I got the stent in my shoulder, I started having mini strokes 2-3 days later. That was the only way I could describe it to the surgeon. I kid you not, he stuck his hands in his pockets, pointed his nose at the the ceiling and said, verbatim, "Doesn't sound like mini strokes to me, any other questions?" When I pressed the problem in later appoints, the reception was even worse.
I would have short term speech, coordination problems, etc., depending on how it hit me. Had
massive memory problems which were devastating beyond words. There were just over 100 mini strokes in all that I logged in a "diary."
A friend spent hours every night on the computer in a sled dog racing forum while I tried to relearn how to type and construct a coherent sentence. (I am
forever indebted to him. Thank you, Len.

) Spent many hours every day playing solitaire on the computer against the clock to practice retaining information. It wasn't fun, it was challenging and most importantly, it worked.
Over six months later I fled back to my local vascular surgeon who told me mini strokes are
very common with that type of surgery. She was appalled and shocked, despite seeming to have a close relationship with the original surgeon, perhaps a student? She offered to send me to another specialist, said there is medication if he ordered it. I declined since I hadn't had one in a while. There have been "blips in the matrix," as I call them, since then but I'm not taking some BP drug for 6-12 months for something that may take as long to materialize.
It's not the drug I'm worried about, it's the "fillers." You take a drug from one company and all is okay. You get switched to another by your infernal insurance company and all hell breaks loose. All drug pills are not created equal, except in the eyes of the holy FDA, just like "tobacco products." Screw them. I'd rather endure a few mini strokes here and there, thank you.
As for the problems a few days ago, I'm pulling out of it. If there are more problems, it's off to the local vascular surgeon. If the stent has to be redone, I don't know what I'll do. The short version is the surgeon shouldn't have been able to get the stent in there once he realized how bad it was, but he did. He saved me from having my chest cracked and running a bypass up to my brain. His arrogance saved me from that, my friends saved me from a hell I wasn't even fully aware of at the time.
Thank god the FDA can't regulate your friends.