My morning routine starts with cortisol filled moments that spring me out of bed. Thanks to our elderly cat, Dessy. She has dementia and is up at 2:28 am. Her routine is initiated by one of our cats making cat puking noises. Followed by her paw nudge (hopefully it's clean) on my shoulder indicating it… Continue reading Springing Into Spring and Other Noteworthy Things
Category: Adventures
When Memories of Easy Make Life a Bit Easier
Hello blogging buddies. It's me popping in with an update. I wish posting were an easier, like back in the days when it was. I confess that it is far from easy. I used to rely on Mr. to help me feel life was easier for things like opening up the Kimchi bottle for the… Continue reading When Memories of Easy Make Life a Bit Easier
Mysteries, Medications, and Mushrooms Signaling Recovery Delays and Successes
A year ago, we were devastated about Mr. being essentially stuck in a nursing home until...well, we didn't know when, how we'd do it, or if he would even be able to come home. The reality of the situation was overwhelming. And frankly, a blur when (I) we think back to that time. I was… Continue reading Mysteries, Medications, and Mushrooms Signaling Recovery Delays and Successes
Subtle Reflections of Normal In Our Stroke Recovery Journey
I sit here watching Mr. rest 'comfortably' in his reclining wheelchair just on the edge of my makeshift workstation at the kitchen table. I think to myself, on some normal day in the future, I'll be in my office again, but for now, my makeshift desk/laptop workstation on a shipping box with a kitchen barstool… Continue reading Subtle Reflections of Normal In Our Stroke Recovery Journey
Simple Joys of the Power of Neuroplasticity
As I sat down to write to you dear blogging buddies, I realized something profound. Not huge, but profound. I was with a friend on a trip to Florida a year ago this week. That in and of itself is profound. Seems like a lifetime ago. Like so many things these days. I still love… Continue reading Simple Joys of the Power of Neuroplasticity
How We’ve Fallen Into A Stroke Recovery Groove
Holy smokes, where did the past 35 days go? I ask the question, "What day is it?" more than I've ever done in the past. The days/nights blurred together during the first few weeks of Mr.'s return home. We got through those stumbling, bumbling, and mumbling (swearing) moments until desperation led us to find a… Continue reading How We’ve Fallen Into A Stroke Recovery Groove