Welcome to my little blog about "mostly" healthy food, homeschooling, and little glimpses of family life in Alaska, plus the story of my extremely slow stroke recovery. You are never to young to have a stroke! I had 12 at 35!
I'm sure it is because I'm quite clumsy and banging around in the cupboards is a rude way to wake up...but I love that hubby always puts a coffee cup and a spoon by the Keurig in the mornings for me. I shall pretend he is saying, "I love you". ;)
Also, I have no idea why, as it has been a relatively mild winter for AK, but this is just depressing:
The view of my shed out my bedroom window. Check out the roof...and it is snowing again.
In stroke patients, tone is what it is called when your muscles involuntarily constrict, causing you to loose control over that body part. I have severe tone, but much better than 2 years ago.
Today in occupational therapy, my therapist stretched the snot out of my wrist....I mean the pain came close to driving bad words from my mouth! It hurt like fire! But, for the first time in almost two years I was able to both open my fingers, spread them out, and at the same time lift up my wrist. I could do one or the other, and it nearly drove me to distraction that I couldn't do both at the same time. My fingers and my wrist just didn't play well together! So little, most people don't even think about lifting their wrist and opening their fingers at the same time. I do it on my left without thinking, and I'm willing to bet you do to. I had myself nearly in tears of joy just by opening my stupid fingers.
I have three crock pots of pulled pork going right now...my crock pot, my friends crock pot, and the church's crock pot...I am supposed to feed people at our VBS workers initial meeting...hope I have enough and it works out. Food you can't taste until it is done makes me very nervous.
Edited to add: it went well, but now it looks like a BBQ sauce bomb went off in my kitchen!