I awoke to a beating heart and fear of the unknown for the first time since my stroke. Who would have thought that my first dream would be a nightmare? Frankly, I'm hoping that this isn't the last one. Although I would like to get some sweet dreams in too.
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Ok. I'll admit that it's a rooster.
Before my stroke, I painted regularly. My sister gave me my first class when we visited one year. That first painting was dreadful. Even so, it was a fun gift to try and I had a good time painting. You could imagine my surprise when she sent her paints later that same year. The message was clear. Start painting.
I spent the week thinking the about all the things that were happening, what I would write about. And then this morning I woke up and made my husband breakfast. We are on the verge of planning a difference in our nutritional requirements and I wanted to have one more weekend of breakfasts that we would call our own.
How do you know when your speech becomes impaired? Well... after my stroke, my speech was a total mess.
In HealthSouth, they had a Speech Pathologist who started me on the road to recovery. She brought in simple sentences and structures so I could work on the very basics of recovery. If I'm honest, they had no idea how far I would come.
Today I had my first session in the gym since the holidays... and I went in with a little trepidation. Lyn Loy, my Physical Therapist, generally gives me a really good workout. Today we caught up with what happened over the holidays. Then I shared my story about falling off of the SPRI ball when working out. My shoulder has felt bad since the day a pinged it two weeks ago. Nothing seems to make it improve.