Hi Darling Ones, How goes your holiday season? Mine started early this year when Sister #2 arrived on December 10 to help me around the house and hang out in Minnesota visiting her MN friends. Max arrives tonight. Jaycie comes in tomorrow and then we’ll be holidaying it up — a Very St. Martin Christmas, Christmas, Boxing Day Lunch, and Rock & Roll Bookclub Dirty Santa. Everyone leaves on December 31st and by then I’ll be ready for a long…
Hey Darling Ones, I desperately wish I were the kind of person who, after going through something something tragic, like, you know, a debilitating stroke that leaves you basically disabled and wondering if you’ll ever get your life & body back would come out the other side as a person who is relentlessly positive and encourages you to find joy in the beauty of two kittens asleep on a yellow sweater. I want to be the kind of person who…
Hello Darling Ones, Today is December 6th. I’m exactly 51.5 years old and it’s been nine months since the shitty, shitty stroke. Nothing is new. My vision is still garbage. My brain still thinks my right side weighs a ton and is convinced every second of every day that I’m about to fall. I teeter on the brink of financial ruin. I’m working to accept my limitations and celebrate all the things I can do. Lexapro helps with the money…
Hi Darling Ones, Yesterday I graduated Occupational Therapy. Or as K, my therapist said, “we reached the end of our journey.” Then we both made puke faces. She got me. Before my journey ended, she gave me all the tests she gave me back in July. I did much better. That puzzle I couldn’t finish in four minutes? I completed it in like 90 seconds. I would have done better, but my tremor was all shook up. According to K…
Hello Darling Ones, Without a doubt 2023 is and continues to be the most difficult year of my life. It puts eighth grade, freshman year of college, COVID lockdown, and all the death of 2022 to shame. And at the same time it is the most gratifying, proudest, and loving year of my life. When I think about the way people have stepped up to support me through my stroke recovery and the diabetes and retinopathy and the arthritic knees,…
Hi Darling Ones, Last night I had a sex dream for the first time since I had the stroke in March. It was weird. The sex in the dream wasn’t weird. It was frustrating and with a man I dated about 1000 years ago, and the only way I could come is after he claimed he could fix Jane, which was apparently what I had named either my dishwasher or my air conditioner. Sure, it was an unfulfilling sex dream,…
