Tag Archives: STROKE RECOVERY

Dain-Bramage

Ambushed. Sneaky, silent, sudden. Deadly. You might imagine a hillbilly version of Voldemort hiding behind a door. He’s armed with a cast-iron frying pan. The villain leaping into my path, bashes me in the head with a meaty thwack. You … Continue reading

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Vic’s Addiction

I experienced some extremely comforting drugs in Neuro-ICU after surgery. Dilaudid is a derivative of morphine. I distinctly recall asking for more of that. “Can you give me some more of that “D” stuff?” I couldn’t remember the name, but … Continue reading

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Drunk-ish

“Mama is that lady drunk?” The girl didn’t ask out loud, her wide eyes and worried brow said it for her. It’s 9:00am on a sunny Tuesday. The nail salon is crowded with respectable females. My nails were painted with … Continue reading

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S.N.A.F.U.

We all do it, the off-hand, “How ya doing?” We say it to loved-ones and complete strangers. No one ever really answers question. The reply is most often the completely meaningless phrase, “I’m fine”. When I’m asked,the answer I think … Continue reading

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Shatterproof

Edgar Allen Poe said, ” Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.” Confession time: I am one of those obnoxious optimists, the kind of person who methodically excavates and studies events in order to discover good in disaster. … Continue reading

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The Creep

Warning signs proliferated. I chose not to look too closely. For the first two years of my post-stroke life, I focused on getting rid of the cane and becoming independently mobile, doing things like carrying a cup of coffee from … Continue reading

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No Habla Espanol. Really.

My husband, Jack and I often seek out tiny taquerias. We love to walk into a restaurant to find little or no English on the menu and no Anglos seated at tables. In search of authentic posole the other day … Continue reading

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