Thursday, January 20, 2011

Lunch

When I'm alone, sometimes I make a sunbutter and jam sandwich. (My son is allergic to nuts).

I'm used to the mess. But sometimes my brain doesn't recognize my right hand. So when I lick my right hand to get the sunbutter off, it feels like I'm licking someone else's hand.

Kinky.
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  1. Trish HoganJanuary 21, 2011 at 11:07 AM

    Hello Grace, I follow your blog and have been since shortly after you began writing it. The road is long yet you keep on with such courage. Thanks for letting me share in your recovery. Trish Hogan (coho)

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  2. oc1deanJanuary 21, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    Grace, maybe you want to try this, It's probably not officially approved as a therapy but it makes sense to me. In my research I found this on thermal stimulation.[url]http://myweb.ncku.edu.tw/~fzshaw/ ASA.pdf[/url]
    researchers found that cycles of heat and cold significantly enhanced the
    sensory and motor function in the arms and hands of stroke survivors after a few weeks of
    therapy.
    Dean

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  3. Grace CarpenterJanuary 21, 2011 at 4:30 PM

    Thanks Trish. Your encouragement really helps me. See you around at Coho.

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  4. Grace CarpenterJanuary 21, 2011 at 4:36 PM

    Thanks Dean. I wonder if doing the dishes (including rinsing with cold water) would count?

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