My walk, my hands.
Know that life is different but I feel normal when I go for my walk. It was in the low 50s and my hand still hurt from the cold. I need to get gloves. Oh well. Im walking who Im I to be complaining. A neighbor and friend also has to walk. Its enjoyable with someone. Some times my left side of my face feels more numb. I wonder why. My lexdisiea is bad since the stroke so typing is a core phyically and mentialy. My buddy just called he is going to tractor Supply Im going with him. Im going to get gloves. I need to walk. I need to learn to walk the dogs with a cane, my dogs are 100 lbs and 150lbs but well behaved. I trained dogs pre stroke I made some money but the joy was the dogs. Its hard to deal with not working my full time job for the town but the dogs or not working with them kills me.
0 Comments
Recommended Comments
There are no comments to display.