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
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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
It’s a Time Dilation Blur Where Those 87 Days Went!
Recovery of any sorts includes the passage of time relative to the parties going through it. There is a real thing called "time dilation". Perhaps that is what I/we feel? I can't tell you how many times we say to each other, "It's time dilation striking again." I do know, time flies in a different… Continue reading It’s a Time Dilation Blur Where Those 87 Days Went!
As the Poppy Turns, So Too Does Another Month
I've come down with a bug of sorts. It could be called time blindness. Or "I Have Too Much Sh*t on My Mind." I don't think I was bitten by anything, but, no matter what it is, it's the feeling of having too much rolling around in my brain that I lose track of time.… Continue reading As the Poppy Turns, So Too Does Another Month
A Year Later…
As I hop briefly into the blogosphere, I feel like a bunny that's been in hiding. Every waking moment you can find me hop from thing, to thing, to thing - my to do list multiplies before my eyes. I try desperately to find a sturdy rock to rest on, briefly, as I move onto… Continue reading A Year Later…
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