When I meet someone for the first time now, I'm not sure if they know that I had a stroke. They see that I have a limp and use a cane; some people might notice that I’m a little slow in answering questions; or another person might notice that I don’t use my right arm much. But I think people don’t always realize that I have a brain injury.
I actually want to tell them about the strange journey I’ve been on
over these three years. If I’m having a bad day, I might want some
sympathy and understanding for all my disabilities, especially the
invisible ones: the fatigue; the spasticity; the tendency to be easily
overwhelmed--I could go on and on. (And I want some sympathy for my
good days, I want to tell them about how much progress I’ve made, and
continue to make. For instance, just since the new year, I drove myself to PT and
back; I’ve tried several new recipes for dinner, instead of the old
tired recipes that I’ve been using since 2010; I’ve taken my kids to the
doctors, by myself--to name a few accomplishments.
I’m going to make a series of posts about my recent “firsts”--things
that I just started to do for the first time since the stroke. I’m also
going to challenge myself to try new things on a faster schedule. And then, of course, write about it. My goal is to challenge myself twice a week for four weeks.
I always think that I’m pushing myself a lot, but I know that having a public deadline can make things happen faster. Wish me luck.
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