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Some things I'm still not used to...

You would think that after 13+ years I would have learned not to do some things...apparently learning is not something that I excel at in this "stroke thing". For instance, sometimes when I get into bed at night I will be on my right side and decide that I am going to roll all the way over to my left side. BIG MISTAKE. Apparently my brain does not know tha after 13 years I should be able to deal with things. My brain is still in the "let me have the whole room spin for a minute, make you dizzy, cause you to close your eyes and get back over to the right side" mode. I will never get used to my knees buckling when I'm at the store. It is always an adventure when I preach on Sunday mornings when I maneuver the stairs on the platform. I try not to complain much but, hey, how many people have had to explain to the office administrator why they just drooled on their desk. Yes, it's been 13 years; yes, I am thankful for where I am now compared to where I was, and yes, I have come a long way from the person in the hospital that could not even touch his own nose. But, to think that 13 years means that I don't have problems anymore? Well, I sometimes wish that were true, but, unfortunately, my brain continues to find ways to remind me that, even though it's been 13 years, I did have a stroke. But, I refuse to be a victim of a stroke but will always be a survivor of a stroke!!!!!!

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