Just got off the phone with Terri's mom. After her stroke, she's still pretty good. She knew who I was, and we swaped hospital stories. It seems some things never change, either here or in Florida. I wish we were closer geographically. She moved back to Florida to be closer to her family, and now they're all gone except for Terri's cousin, who has had enough on her plate as a caregiver for her father before he died. Now she's trying to take care of Ollie also. Thank what gods we believe in that she is there for her. Ollie is very cognizant, and remembered who I was. I was very pleased about that, sometimes when she talks to Terri she calls her by other names, but being a proper southern woman, she remembers a man's name at all times. Funny fact here, we've both lost just about half of our bodies. Her stroke was on the left hemisphere of her brain, and she's having trouble with her right arm, and I of course, can't use my left. She may be 80 or so, but at least she's got two lungs. Anyway, we had a nice conversation. I'm glad I called.
That's all from me today, I think.
Fearless Leader
The Virtues of hair dye
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Hello again and possibly goodbye
Hey:
I haven't posted anything on my blog for months. There are a couple of reasons for that. The neuropathy that keeps me from be able to feel my feet has moved to my hands. How fun is that? I used to be able to type 200 words a minute. Now I'm using two fingers. I guess my next novel is kind of out the question now. I haven't written anything for months, that's not the problem, I went way past clinical depression a long time ago. I am dead.and my body is catching up with me. You all know the symptoms of hypothermia, well I've got them all now. My limbs are shriviling to save my torso. That's not even talking about my head. It took me five minutes to remember the name of a good friend's daughter. Talk about senior moments. I've lost it folks. I can't handle it any more. Funny thing is, I can remember things in my past. Not particularly good things, but those I can remeber. Ask me what I had for dinner tonigh, I couldn't possibly tell you.. Ask me about sexual encounters I had fifty years ago, those I remember. What luck is that? I've taken senior moments to a new level. I remember all the bad parts and nothing good. You know why? There was nothing good. You want to hear horros, there are plently of those. I don't see myself as a victim though, I'm just a person who is living up to his past. You want to live my life...God help you. Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
I haven't posted anything on my blog for months. There are a couple of reasons for that. The neuropathy that keeps me from be able to feel my feet has moved to my hands. How fun is that? I used to be able to type 200 words a minute. Now I'm using two fingers. I guess my next novel is kind of out the question now. I haven't written anything for months, that's not the problem, I went way past clinical depression a long time ago. I am dead.and my body is catching up with me. You all know the symptoms of hypothermia, well I've got them all now. My limbs are shriviling to save my torso. That's not even talking about my head. It took me five minutes to remember the name of a good friend's daughter. Talk about senior moments. I've lost it folks. I can't handle it any more. Funny thing is, I can remember things in my past. Not particularly good things, but those I can remeber. Ask me what I had for dinner tonigh, I couldn't possibly tell you.. Ask me about sexual encounters I had fifty years ago, those I remember. What luck is that? I've taken senior moments to a new level. I remember all the bad parts and nothing good. You know why? There was nothing good. You want to hear horros, there are plently of those. I don't see myself as a victim though, I'm just a person who is living up to his past. You want to live my life...God help you. Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
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