*Warning blog has nothing to do with stroke.

My new vacuum cleaner is the best present ever. I would never use anything else besides a D**** now.

My sister knew how much a wanted a XXX vacuum. I couldn't really see the need to get one with my own $$, since I know happiness cannot be given to me through a vacuum.

I was wrong.

Any who, I feel very rejected at how my old vacuumb/c it pretended to do its job, when really I was wasting my survivor energy pushing around a fake. My new vacuum has a weird handle that my stroke hand can clutch and push it around. I have been neglecting my other B-day presents and I have been vacuuming the past 3 days. It is very addictive, I can see me getting OCD with this baby.

If/when this one breaks I would beg,steal, or borrow, 4 a new one. I owe this present to my sister who put the bug in my mom's ear to buy it for me.

I faithfully changed my old vacuum bags and belts constantly. It just couldn't pick up the dog hair I guess. I got so much gross s*** out of my new vacuum canister I dry heaved when I saw it.

TG, I never borrowed my sisters, inlaws or mom's XXX vacuum, b/c I couldn't of slept good knowing what my old vacuum didn't pick up.