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Typing issues...

There are certain things that you just get used to as time goes by. Problems become minimal in your own sight but are very evident when someone else notices them. Case in point: the other day I was entering my username and password on some sight; as I typed them, I had to go back to correct faulty letter several time. I would guess that it took me at least 3 attempts to get the words correct. The truth is that it occurs quite frequently, but I just ignore it. (FYI, before my stroke I could type over 40 wpm with no mistakes). Anyway, as I was entering in the information, my daughter was watching and she said, "Sheesh, type much?" In other words, I made enough mistakes that it was noticeable to others. What happened is that it drew my attention to the situation and I bothered me anew. Perhaps it shouldn't, but it does. After my stroke, it was really bad, but it has gotten better, but apparently it is not normal, yet.

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  1. i have the same situations that go on typing is a minor 1 people don't watch me. tg lol but walking and talking is evident to them i was an athlete and a talker soooo i can't throw a baseball like i did or hike things that came natural for me . i ask my self why god did this to me . the only thing that comes to mind is he has bigger things in store for me jim http;//strokesurvivorsstore.com

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  2. I also had a stroke and gradually I am picking up speed again!!!

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