Well, it’s been like two months and I spent none of that at home. After the stroke, my parents picked me up, and I’ve spent the last month with them.
Now don’t get me wrong, but I moved away a long time ago. I need to be at home. And their place just isn’t home. I need to be in my home. My place. So, welcome back to Memphis.
So, now it’s a matter of recovery. Over the last month, I’ve had time to figure out about walking again. And learning to control my right arm. I’m satisfied to say that I can successfully barely use a mouse. And that’s actual progress. Moving my fingers, grabbing the mouse, adjusting the length and depth of movement. It takes some effort. Harder than you think. Pretty much everything is harder than you think.
Walking is improving too. I don’t need to rely on a walker as much, and my shoes barely scrape the pavement as I walk. As I heal, I have this tingling feeling in the right side, and that will eventually go away. So really it’s just a matter of time, until I get proper feeling back.
The work continues.