Good to be Home
Well, I survived Florida. It was wonderful to see the parents but painful to witness the aging. Here, I was anxious about not being able to take them and do for them, and they have definitely slowed down themselves.
Getting away from one's routine is good for the soul. I had time to examine really what's going on with me and I've come to the conclusion, that I still have not accepted having a stroke. Everyday I'm *beep* that my left side is weak and feeling weird. I'm expecting to wake up and it be gone...a bad dream. I don't know if I'll ever be able to accept this.
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