Hello Darling Ones, How are you holding up the day before something happens? A long time ago when I was seeing the TTHM he always dealt with my anxiety over something nebulous and impossible to know by saying, “something will happen and then you deal with it.” I carry that bit of wisdom with me and probably will forever. Thanks, TTHM. Here’s what I’m doing while I wait for something to happen. Googling: Is it illegal to take a picture…
Dear Darling Ones, One of the small, simple pleasures I’ve missed since having a stroke is drinking hot coffee out of a regular coffee mug. It’s just not the same out of the lidded stainless steel travel mug. That travel mug doesn’t warm your hand or let the coffee steam up your glasses on really cold mornings. It does allow a Floppy Scooped person who is incapable of walking and carrying things at the same time enjoy hot bean water,…
Hi Darling Ones, Here’s a look at some of the stuff I’ve been digging this month. I spared you the Barley Chronicles but will sum it up as OMG BARLEY! Who knew? People Who Listen to My Election Anxiety You can always tell when somethings got my anxiety on high – I don’t shut up about it. As the election draws nearer I’m rambling to everyone about how anxious it’s making me. I’m afraid if Harris wins and I’m afraid…
Oh Darling Ones, Today’s one of those bad stroke days. My tremor is horrendous and the right side of my face feels weirder than usual. It’s got the tingly, novocaine wearing off feeling. Maybe it’s more accurate to say it feels like the right side of my face fell asleep and now I got that tingly, pins & needles feeling like it’s waking up. It sucks and when this happened in February, I ran to the ER. I’m not running…
Hiya Darling Ones, It’s roughly 823º in Supergenius HQ at the moment and I am not a fan. Seriously, I’m breaking a sweat just typing, The oven’s been on for an hour and there’s nothing my house enjoys more than roasting me alive. Opening the windows is a no go. Old ass, nearly impossible windows + stroke imbalance + Floppy Scoop = hella stuffy in here. When I planned this week’s meals it was like 50º out and meatloaf sounded…
Dear Darling Ones, I am a liar. A lying liar with pants of fire. You know I’ve been saying, “if this is as recovered as I get, that’s not too shabby” or “I’m coming to terms with this being as recovered as a get?” Nope. This is trash and I’m quite cranky about it. My neurologist’s office was like that tiny apartment Bert & Ernie share on Sesame Street. She was Ernie. I was Bert. Dr. S was super pumped…
