The word ‘cricket’ is usually a noun. However this is one of those instances where a noun becomes a verb. ‘Doing the cricket’ is what I call the Cirque du Soleil caliber gyrations I perform in order to put lotion on my right arm. It involves applying a blob of lotion on the inside of my right knee or the underside of my left forearm, then rubbing my right arm back and forth along these surfaces. Much like a cricket rubs it’s legs together to make summertime cricket music. This is just one of the many weird things I do in order to be more independent.
I have good Lida news. Lida turned the faucet off at the garden yesterday because I was holding a handful of squash in the other hand. Granted it’s just one of those lever faucets, but a new milestone nonetheless. My occupational therapist is very focused on Lida right now and I’m doing a lot of exercises to help build strength and open the communication channel between my brain and my hand. My arm is getting stronger, but my hand she just don’t listen yet. I have read that the second anniversary of a stroke can be a time of surprising healing. August 11 will mark my second year of stroke survival. Many things changed two years ago but not all of them were bad. I believe my outlook on life, which was always relatively positive, became even more gracious. Not right at the beginning, of course but with healing I experienced an even greater appreciation of my life, my family and my friends. Thanks for being behind me through the last two years. I am blessed.