Hey Darling Ones,
Have I complained lately about what absolute garbage the stroke recovery process is?
Lest you forget, it is the worst. Also, please remember, that I hate it and do not recommend having a stroke.
I need to believe even people who possess the patience of saints, who I guess were notoriously patient, would struggle with the time it takes to heal.
Having the patience of a tired and hungry toddler, I am not doing so well. I don’t understand why I can’t do all the things, check off all the boxes, and then be all better.
It seems stupid and unfair that I got this way in the blink of an eye, and now it’s gonna take month and months and months and months of slow, painstaking, exhausting work to recover. And full recovery isn’t even guaranteed after all that!
What kind of system is this? I need to talk to the manager of how brains work.
I had my first official occupational therapy session today. My occupational therapist is an adorable young woman who has the patience of those aforementioned saints. Not only does she laugh at my exasperated jokes, she is firm and gentle about how ridiculous I’m being.
“It’s already been a month,” I said, while complaining about being wiped out yesterday by peeling six carrots; stirring together egg, milk, and cornbread mix; and folding a bunch of kitchen towels and napkins.
“It’s only been a month,” she reminded me.
Then we went over fatigue management, which I’m really bad at and need help with. I guess powering through even though you’re already tired is not the way to do things. This goes against everything in my nature, because I don’t like to stop until a task is complete. Leaving things half done? That’s bananas.
I have so much more I want to say, but I’m running out of steam. I need to go back to the olden days of blogging where you wrote 18 short posts a day.
Anyway, I’m gonna go haul my floppy scoops (which is what I call my derelict appendages) into the kitchen where it will take me 25 minutes to get dinner ready (I’m reheating leftovers).
Not at all indefatigably yours,
Someday Akismet will let me convey my best wishes for a steady and sure recovery. Maybe today?
It’s your lucky day! Thank you for the kind wishes.