The house of stroke
I'm not sure how to describe this. Since March this year, I feel like my life is divided into little boxes or rooms and as I pass thru a room the door closes and I'm in the next room. For example, there was the rehab room and boy was I happy when I no longer had to go back to the rehab centre, then there was the"organise lifts" room where I had to rely on friends to take me to OT and exercise, now I am driving again so that door has closed, lets not forget the AFO room, I am no longer wearing my AFO, so that door is closed. Am I making any sense? I wonder what room I'm in now? I can't wait to get thru all the rooms and close the door on this damn house of stroke. Maybe I need a shrink? I've just re-read this blog and if you can't make any sense out of it, don't worry - I can't either! It's been a long day!!! I think I will shut down and call it a day. Until tomorrow.....
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