I Have Only One Reality (21 Mar 17)
I've been making good progress, literally daily, but there is only so much good spin from a recovering from a serious stroke, as I did between late Jan. and early Feb. I recorded a mild stroke that I had recovered almost most entire from. But I was too soon was back in hospital for an even longer, and more serious, which left be with an assortment of abilities and disabilities that were as shocking as they were strange. I would draw as well has ever, however, but not type or and write. I was able to read as fashion, but I kept forgetting the overall picture. According to witnesses I was able to get around -- indeed, drove to the hospital with Traveling Matt -- but was only technically literate at the time.
I spent another 10 or 12 weeks in hospital, this time, with multiple CAD scans and MRI, as well a ECGs, and it took a while before they decided was at blood intermittent clotting in the heart before the stroke. (I'll be another week, at least, before I can dress this up in technical horse pucky.)
So, now I'm on blood thinners for life, checking weekly to see that I am on the razor's edge bleeding to death on the one, and my blood clotting up and resulting in a stroke on the other hand. I'm told it's pretty much routine now ... just never forget to make your monthly check up.
I haven't appended any therapy or special closes yet. Though I was discharged from St. Joseph's around the 20th of the month. He said have no, in fact, attending the coin show it coin show at the end of the month. But I was I was quite nervous, having gotten used to being under constant scrutiny, and, in fact, constantly having to rediscover simply thinks like using the lock door ... in fact, I still can't out entirely figure out how the microwave oven works. It's literally beyond...
I've been on my own more or less for about four months. I've been in a state of perpetual panic over everything from slicing bread to holding more than an object it both hands at once. But has day is a gain. Every increase in my powers, is that owed back to be me … and I hope to collect every of penny. Significantly, I’ve begun to write again … not a little better every day, but a lot better every day. I’m still pretty shaky, but I’m the hang of just the words again, and a sense of style again. I may even hopes of being more or less as fit for writing in as little in month.
I can’t pretend I haven’t slaved over this for over an hour … probably a lot more. I will have many mistakes that I can’t see, and will seem foolish later. But what I wrote yesterday was more difficult than what I wrote yesterday, and what I intent to wrote tomorrow will be more difficult still. There is no alternative. I grow again or I will die.