I really hate days like today. I went to bed last night with a terrible headache and an upset stomach. I am sure it is some random bug I have caught from the kids at school, but it still makes me nervous. I didn't sleep well because the last time I felt similar to this I ended up with no movement on my right side. I keep hoping that eventually I won't feel like this any more. That every time I get sick, I won't automatically think the worst. Of course the rational part of me knows that
I wrote yesterday about going to NY to see my friend's play called the Scarlett O'Hara Complex. Since a couple people commented that they would like to know what it is about I thought that I would do that today and put in a plug for my friend.
The play is about how women in the South, especially upper class women, are trained to be like Scarlett. To smile when we don't really want to, and to do all those traditional things that us Southern types are infamous for. The group of women in th
It has been a long time since I have posted anything on my blog. I haven't had much to say lately.
I am looking forward to a trip to NYC to visit friends in a couple of weeks. I love that city. I wouldn't want to live there on a permanent basis, as I am a country girl from way back, but it is the most fun place to visit.
My friends who are there are doing a play called The Scarlett O'Hara Complex. It is a play written by one of my best friends (another North Carolina girl like me)
For about a month now, I have been going round and round with the bank over my bank card. I got a message from my cell carrier around the beginning of July that the card I was using to pay my cell phone bill was about to expire. I called the bank to see why I had not recieved my new one and was informed that they had tried to send me a new one about a year ago because of something that happened when I used it at Taget. They sent it to the wrong address and it got returned. I didn't know abo
Okay, I know I have written about something similar to this before, but I find that it still bugs me, so I am going to visit the topic again.
My body is never going to be the same as it was before, a fact that I struggle with daily. I find that most days I am successful, then there are the other days that I get really kind of mad about it. The thing that still bothers me is that people assume that since I look fine, then I shouldn't be having any other difficulties thanks to el stroke.
I often forget how easily I get tired until my body reminds me. I will go hard doing my job, and all the other things I do, (that I should probably cut down on) and I finally get to a point where my body simply can't take it anymore. That happened to me yesterday. I was buring the candle at both ends, an it is the end of the school year. I was soooooo tired, and soooooo irratable...I had to take the day off work yesterday because my body said "Enough is enough. I quit!" :Tantrum: Then it
I love my teaching job; however, I am really tired. I am ready for a break from these children and from some of the wackos I work with. We just had Spring Break which was great fun. I visited my mom, and then went to California with a group from school. I wish it was longer. Now I am suffering from some serious jet-lag. Between the jet-lag, my job, and the fact that I just stay tired due to my stroke, I just about fell asleep in my own class today. Wouldn't that have been embarrassing? G
I love spring...the weather gets warmer, the flowers bloom, things turn green, and the people go nuts. I have determined that all the people surrounding me have a wicked case of spring fever.
I believe several people commented on the fact that we are the ones with brain damage, which begs the question, "What is wrong with everyone else?" I mean I am seriously concerned about some of the people I work with. I am not sure if they are going to make it to summer vacation.
:Rant-On:
It has been about a week since I passed the big one year mark! Hurray! :bouncing_off_wall: I haven't really had much to say since then. It came, it went, I am still here. Not really sure what I was worried about.
At any rate, I am beginning to notice that I might the only sane person I know, and that scares me because I am the one with the brain damage. I am always amazed at how much some of the adults I know behave like the teenagers I teach. I mean, am I the only one that is super ha
In the last several days, I have been thinking a great deal about my one year anniversary that will be here on Monday. I am not sure how to feel about it. In some ways it is a celebration of being alive and making progress. In other ways, it is a day of mourning. I am taking the day off work, and am going to do some nice things for myself (ie manicure, pedicure).
I sort of feel like I am in a countdown to the big day, and for some reason, that strikes me as weird. Don't ask me why, f
I was reading some of the posts today and one of them struck me for some reason, and inspired this entry. A question was asked about people being more aware of their bodies since the stroke. In all honesty, I am more aware of everything my body does it seems, particularly on the right side of my body. I mean, how can I not be? I have most of my function back, but there is some weird s*** that happens everyday. For example, sometimes I have a large numb spot on my back, other times, my hand
I love a cools sunny day! Things here seem to be rolling along nicely. I turned 30 this past Sunday, and while most people seem to see that as a big deal, it really isn't one to me. I guess since I could be dead, I just think that 30 is another year that I get to be alive...it doesn't make me feel old or anything. I hear people say they feel old at 30. I just feel old because I had a stroke. The date looming on the horizon that has me a little more anxious is the one year anniversary of my
I got my new couch on Friday!!! I am very excited to have it in my house. :bouncing_off_wall: My mom came to visit and was there when it was delivered. She said they had a great deal of trouble getting it in the house, but it was all worth it in the end. I have a brand new red couch in my living room.
Yippee!! :happydance:
I haven't blogged in a while...of course I haven't had much to say, write, fuss, or whine about. Today is no exception really. I am actually having a pretty good day today except for that tired all the time thing.
I am actually pretty happy because I have been assistant directing a community theater play and it opens tonight. :bouncing_off_wall: The reason I mention this is because it has been one of the things that has helped me through me post-stroke depression. It is exhausting, (e
I have discovered my little (3 1/2 lbs) dogs secret to escape. I came home the other day to take him outside before I went out for the evening. When I put him in his kennel, he immediately began his escape. It was by far the scariest thing I have ever seen him do. There is a two- three inch space in the front of the kennel where the bottom tray slides in. He manged to slide the tray forward enough that he could contort his body through the space. I watched in complete horror and amazement
I woke up this morning and rolled over to find my dog staring at me from the pillow beside me. Even though he is 3 1/2 pounds at 6 years old, he thinks he is a person. Life is really funny. Yesterday afternoon, I came home after work and therapy, and found that the little booger had escaped from his kennel again. I don't know how he does it, because when I checked the kennel, it was still locked from when I put him in there in the morning. This made made me laugh and took my mind off the fa
I have discovered through all the stuff I have been through, there are days when things really get to me, and days when I am like I used to be. Then I remember what my neurologist and my regular doctor told me...I am going to have to accept a new normal. Sometimes, I am right there. Other days, not so much. As my one year mark approaches, I find myself really thinking about what happened to me, and to be honest, it scares me sometimes.
Today is a good day. I don't hurt so much, I am
I am so glad I have started this blog. It feels so good to be able to vent and most importantly to have contact with people who understand. In fact, it has made my day today to hear from people who are encouraging me especially from people who don't know me. I finally can see some light at the end of the tunnel I feel like I have been in. :bouncing_off_wall:
I have physical therapy today which I am not usually very thrilled about, and I am not dreading it today. This is a very good da
Here I am...only 11 months post stroke, and I still feel like it is simply a bad dream. This couldn't have happened to me. I am only 29. Strokes happen to old people. And then I wake up :yikes: and it is very real, and strokes don't only happen to old people. I am tired all the time, my brain sometimes doesn't work, and my foot is killing me. Then I remember that there is a part of my brain that will never be the same and I get mad. Really mad. The part that is so crazy is that no one ar
