I don't do this often and forgot where this stuff is to be added sometimes. Grrrr....
PB& Jelly daggers
For our 4 hour car ride to my daughter’s, my wife (who does all the driving) makes PB&J sandwiches so we don’t have to stop and eat. Even bigger than that we are not big fans of restaurant food anymore anyway. April is the throw nothing away queen so the past several sandwiches I got were made with a jelly my daughter gave us because she didn’t like it. I don’t blame her but now it was being served to me. After complaining about the horrible taste a couple times she finally trash it.
Now the daggers. We try to keep an open, civil discussion about the crap that comes with this brain damage. A few days before our Easter road trip April was telling me from the next room that she had bought different jelly. My mind says “YES” I’m good, talk to you later. Nope! April being April (I do love her) joking around insists on listing all 7 or so flavors. Grape, ouch, brain dagger, Strawberry, ouch, dagger…….. What it made me realize is that with this damage I like the basic information (new jelly) but things I don’t need to process can be like daggers sometimes. Sound familiar to anyone.
Other than that ramble I hope all had a nice Easter and everyone stayed safe. I’m reading Michael J Fox’s latest book “No Time Like the Future.” The similarities of what and how he deals with his continually advancing Parkinson are somewhat alike and some of his insight has been enlightening. ONWARD my fellow strokers!