"It's only a matter of time". I've heard that phrase a million times, but never thought too much about what it really means. Isn't everything only a matter of time when it comes right down to it?
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Stevie Ray Vaughan wrote this song, which has always been a favorite of mine. It has as beautiful of a melody as it does lyrics. If you are not familiar with the song, I HIGHLY encourage you give it a listen (a link is at the bottom of the page). It appeals to
February 16th is the anniversary date of Patrick's stroke. I have never really known how to properly acknowledge this date. On the one hand I feel like it deserves to be recognized. On the other, it's not really something I want to "celebrate".
I know some of you celebrate the anniversary, Jean with her "I survived" parties for Don, and Asha combining it with her Valentines day celebration to name a few. I respect that their stroke anniversaries are remembered in a way that is right for the
I need to borrow the phrase from my chat room partner-in-crime, "I hate them all". Because today, I do.
Last Thursday morning we had an appointment scheduled for an evaluation for Patrick to get a Saeboflex. We were mistakenly set up for a PT session, and the therapist we needed to see was subsiquently not there. "They" rescheduled it and gave us $5 in McDonalds gift certs for our inconvinience.
A little later that afternoon, "they" found a clot in Patrick's calf while trying to det
Up and Down. That sums up my life recently, and literally the past few days.
For starters, me and my right index finger have been at odds lately. My finger wants to hang around, the rest of me seems determined to see it go. First thing I did to it was slice the tip of it about 1/4" deep with a serrated "bread" knife that was inadvertantly placed in my kitchen drawer. The knife's natural home is safely in it's cardboard sheath in my silverware drawer. The knife was put away by a well inten
