• They Have a Word for It

    So, Darling Ones, I found out they have a word for what landed me in the ER on Friday, “recrudescence.” Officially the ER doc wrote in my after care summary, “He [the neurologist] suspects likely recrudescence from prior thalamic infarct.” Both my primary care doc and physical therapist mentioned recrudescence,…

  • Stroke Me Day 348: Oh No, Not Again

    Hello Darling Ones, I feel so foolish. Last night I spent roughly six hours in the ER only for them to determine I was NOT having another stroke. While this is a load off my mind, it feels like I wasted everyone’s time and money because I’m melodramatic. UGH! Around…

  • Before-Jodi & After-Jodi

    Hi Darling Ones, Spotify just tried to play Gwen Stefani. Out loud. Where my ears could hear it. Not now, Spotify. I am not in the mood for such shenanigans. To be fair, I’m not in the mood for any shenanigans. I’m cranky and out of sorts with a viscous…

  • The Kind of Person I Wish I Were

    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…

  • Stroke Me Day 275: Slowly Destroying My Life

    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…

  • The End of Our Journey

    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.…

  • Thank You

    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…