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This is weird, but it is important

When I had the stroke, I was amazed that I could remember everything up to the stroke and I could remember everything after the stroke, but the things during those 2 weeks, I don't have any recollection. My wife and my Associate Pastor keep telling me about people that would stop in and I guess I turned my head toward them, but I don't remember them being there. I guess that is normal, but because it is not normal for me, it seems weird.

It is also weird that during my Occupational Therapy, the therapist said I had a slight problem with my left eye. Now the Eye Dr. says that I have a problem with my right. It is a small problem that is only noticeable when they do an exam, but it is there. I'll have a follow up apointment with my VA eye Dr. in 6 months, but until then it should not bother me.

I also notice that my typing is not so good. I know what to type, but getting my fingers to cooperate with me is a challenge. Sometimes it is better than others, but this morning when I was trying to figure out the Salaries for the support staff here at the church it was quite a chore.

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