Progress
Braydon visiting me in ICU when things weren't moving. Jackson cheering me on in the step down unit. October 1 Whew, it's been 17 days since the stroke. The walker has been put away and the cane is hung up in the house and just pulled out for rough terrain! Speech is good until around 5PM and then there are a few slurs or slip ups from just being tired. My morning begins with me taxing my brain on Luminosity and then I head out the door to therapy. I fix my own meals and fold laundry and put away dishes for our daughter. By the time the rains stop in Virginia I'll be ready to slip in my kayak and take off...just may need someone to dump me out on the beach afterwar...