Each Day
As I awake each day, I peer out the window to the west to see what our huge evergreen can give me as a clue. That right there is such a blessing after several weeks away from my sweet home awaking to the sounds of lying on a plastic covered mattress in a hospital.
The stroke was in an instant, the recovery of hitting what was between me and the floor has taken a bit. No rhyme or reason where the bruises appeared.
Such a blessing to not have had my mind or speech effected. The left leg lets me know each morning, it needs a bit of exercise walking with a cane for assurance.
Each day Dennis and I tackle what we would usually . . . only much slower.
The haircut yesterday was priceless.
The left arm is now more intent and busy sliding off the keyboard than taking direction. Time to get the exercise going with the band for the strength building in the arm via the muscles in my back. A great time visiting.