So back to my original train of thought, I know I'm not 'winning' but it's not right to say I'm 'losing'. I think 'surviving' or 'existing' is nearer the mark but I remember when all this sh*te started, a lot of the emphasis was on getting my independence back, but I want to be crystal clear and realistic, that's never going to happen. By doing my physiotherapy every weekday I am killing myself achieving the most pathetic things because that's all my brain will allow my body to do, but it's gotta be done, all other time is my own, for me to try and use what resources I have (that don't burden anyone) to try and make whatever I can of what little energy I have and I'm only going to listen to people I like and I judge make my life better because I've learnt there are no right or wrong answers to living, and especially living through this. It's quite simple, do I get a sense from you that you're a kind person or not? If not, you can sling your hook.
A quick example of how things go: A couple of weeks ago I managed to balance for close to 90 seconds, now I can barely manage 5. I haven't been doing less training, that's just the way post-stroke physiotherapy goes. At least a couple of people have told me I look in better shape. What sort of shape I was in doesn't even bear thinking about! That's enough of that.
Aside from that depressing nonsense the high points have been/will be about seeing some gorgeous girls I have met since my stroke -Jatinder (who took me to lunch on Monday and Amber visiting on Thursday, as much as I try and keep my sang froid about them, being cool is a shower of sh*t or worse, a bare faced lie! The only person who can pull it off is Reginald D Hunter.
I want to shout from the rooftops about how grateful I am to have Jatinder and Amber as friends. The same is true of anyone who has been kind to me otherwise you can do the aforementioned, with the hook.As is the way finishing with a picture of the kittens seems appropriate