Tag: The Stroke Story
That moment when…
That moment when I realized that I’m seven years and seven months past my stroke. Wow. I’ve come so damn far.
I left the hospital exactly one year ago today.
Posting two days in a row?!
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
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,…
Why I haven’t been posting
Shit happens. I’m in an “up cycle” right now. That’s why I have the energy and motivation to post. Bipolar disorder is far more than just mood swings. So, here what is happening this week: I’ll have phenol injections. Ow. I had a seizure during the last phenol session. This should be fun! Then I’ll…
I’ve made a mistake. It’s been six years, not 7. Fuck. By the way, get out and vote if you’re American.