I said it before and I'll say it again: Family, the therapist, doctors, nurses, coworkers, friends, church friends, acquaintances, and all mean the world to me. I am blessed. I am lucky...
It's six and a half months since the stroke. It's been too long. I have stories I want to remember and share, and I will. Sometimes I feel like I am perfectly fine. Sometimes I need a rest. The amount of minutes of strength grows every day.
Thankfully, I did everything I was supposed to do (most of the time!). They said that I needed to practice all my strategies, exercise, eat good food, and rest. I needed to go forward. I needed to use my stashed pennies to sustain me during the bad times. I needed to drive again.
...And I wanted to go back to work.
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| I practiced... |
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| I was walked (with care)... |
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| I saved some pennies for a rainy day (and it was raining)... |
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| I ate good food... |
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| I rested... |
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| I drove again (save the highways)... |
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| Now I'm ready to work again. It's official...I'm back. Slowly and surely! |
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