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Yesterday was the first day doing everything for me...

Yesterday was a big day. Not as big as last Sunday, for sure, but it was a big day nonetheless. For the first time since my stroke, I was able to teach my Sunday school class, preach the Sunday morning message, visit the hospital, and do a small group at Westridge nursing home. I had one person tell me (after I told them I had a stroke) that if I hadn't told them, they would not have guessed that anything was different about me.

I have to say that it was the first time that I felt "normal" for a whole day. I was able (I think) to convey all the messages I wanted; I was able to preach and think on my feet a little; I was able at the nursing home to take some of the people's thoughts and tell what I wanted them to know. For the first time (I know I have said it before) I really had to reach back and feel the scar from my surgery to know that something had happened.

Now, I am still having issues with my typing, but that is to be expected. The Dr. said that since I had part of my cerebellum removed, that is responsible for coordination and typing takes an incredible amount of coordination to do really well. So that has not come back completely. Tonight my wife asked me what percentage I think I am now. I think overall I am about 90% of what I was on December 7th. My typing, though, is maybe 75-80% of what it was before. I have several misspellings; several times I have to backspace because I hit the wrong key, and many times I write ahead of myself. I can only think it is because my mind operates so much faster than my hands that I get ahead of myself and type a letter that comes in 3 more words. For instance, I may type a "c" because I know it is coming rather than typing an "m" even though it is the next letter. All I can say is it is WEIRD.

Other than that, I am almost back to normal (those of you who know me may feel bad for my wife right now). I still stumble from time to time and I have to force my right leg not to cross my left leg. But most of the time I do really well.

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