Ramblings Category
Peanut Butter and Nutella Sandwiches
Posted on May 2, 2020 Leave a Comment
Quarantine hasn’t been kind to me. I take that back – I haven’t been kind to myself during quarantine. I’ve walked around the apartment and kept up with calisthenics… sometimes. I’ve gained 8lbs, which is no small amount for someone just under 5’2″. (Heads up, Lucas.) I should have and could have been consistent with […]
Missing out but it’s fine
Posted on April 23, 2020 Leave a Comment
Today my Wednesday art class had a video chat lunch together, and I had been looking forward to it since Rafferty first mentioned it a week ago. But I must have needed a rest day today. I woke up late, again, and got ready. I washed my face and threw on the tiny bit of […]
Posting two days in a row?!
Posted on April 14, 2020 1 Comment
I know, right? Who am I? Sleep was fitful last night. I’ve been sleeping through the night lately, but man, the dreams are odd. I’m thankful for the sleep, though. I still have strange nightmares and strange dreams but every now and then I’ll have one that’s so bizarre that I can’t help but hope […]
To live now
Posted on April 13, 2020 1 Comment
In Harris County, where I live, we’ve had thousands of COVID-19 cases. We’ve been under quarantine in Houston for weeks now, with the end of quarantine in either the near or distant future. I had surgery to replace my DBS battery last month, on a Thursday or Friday. By the time the weekend was over, […]
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Posted on November 2, 2019 Leave a Comment
I’m 7 years old today. Technically not, of course, but my life started over 7 years ago today. It started with learning to breathe on my own, then rolling over. Then sitting up; crawling; motorized wheelchair; sitting unassisted; standing; walking with 3 people helping me, then one. Then a walker. Then a cane. Then nothing. […]
#sorrynotsorry
Posted on July 28, 2019 Leave a Comment
Our Father Who art in heaven Seriously? What the actual fuck. Sincerely, Tired-and-so-done-with-being-a-patient/room-number
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Posted on January 5, 2019 2 Comments
I’m 5 years, 2 months and 2 days post-stroke. (Likely 5 years, 2 months and 3 days, by the time I finish writing this. It’s late.) 5 years. 5. That’s half a decade. Oy. 3 months and 4 days since I last updated this site. Sorry about that; I just wanted to step back for […]
Journal entry #6 – neuropathy
Posted on April 23, 2018 1 Comment
Three hours to go before my alarm will shout encouragement at me. I’m exhausted. No matter how exhausted I am, I have to stick with my morning workouts. Hemiparesis and spasticity don’t wait for me to be prepared. They show up, uninvited and unannounced, rudely staying until they decide to leave on a whim. Tiny […]
It’s [already] been a long day… But it’ll get better. :)
Posted on March 21, 2018 3 Comments
I don’t know what triggers me anymore. What’s wrong? Oh, nothing, really. I’m just anxious. Depressed. Broken. Angry. Tired. Bored. Busy. Aphasiac. Worthless. A burden. A hindrance. Frustrated. ‘Lazy’. Working my ass off to simply go check the mail. Tired. Useless. Stressed. Worried. Frustrated. (Yes, let’s list that one again.) I’m in everyone’s way, all […]
New batteries make my brain go ’round
Posted on January 26, 2018 Leave a Comment
I squealed after setting my cell phone on the kitchen counter and excitedly bounced on my toes – while holding onto the counter, of course – for a moment, then turned to place my medicine bottles back in the cupboard above my head. It must seen strange, my looking forward to another surgery. Let me […]
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