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This is the first night that I feel really normal

Tonight I am sitting watching 7 brides for 7 brothers with my oldest daughter. My youngest is spending the night with a friend. My oldest is off with the Jazz Band. Tonight I feel fine, there is little slurring of my speech and there is little stumbling.

Tomorrow I will be at church for the third week, and next week I will start preaching again. I cannot wait. My wife is complaining that I do not write enough about her, so she is watching the movie, too. She went to the movie last night and watched "Elf" with us. She has been very faithful to me. I would not be here if it were not for her. I do not want to discount the contribution she made to me while I was in the hospital.

Tonight I really feel normal again. I don't feel tired, I don't have any problems with anything tonight. I called my deacons and my wife said that my speech was not slurred at all.

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  1. strokesurvivorJanuary 21, 2009 at 3:41 PM

    I am NOT complaining about not being included in your blog. I was simply pointing out that I was enjoying all those experiences with you. :-)

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