New Day

Well, today is therapy day or rehab day. You know how I feel about that. I've got until sometime this afternoon – I forgot the time – to think about it.

For those of you who are following this: you'll find that recovery from a stroke is like watching a snail race. Not much happens until you look away and then you will of see some progress. Not much, but some. It'll be like yesterday: I couldn't touch my thumb to my little finger but today I can. So my progress won't be evident in great leaps and bounds but by tiny, tiny differences. That's what can be very frustrating to me at times.
On Tuesday between therapy sessions I was watching the birds fly to and from the feeder just outside the windows of the clinic. I thought, "what happens to animals if they have a stroke? How blessed am I to be able to have trained therapists, nurses and physicians taking care of me?"
I generally talk to the blog early in the day, so this may or may not be the only time that I post something on the blog. However, I should say at this point, "I better go eat breakfast." That means that my new found stairclimbing or descending ability will be put into practice.

Talk at you later.