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Fertilize for root shock all newely planted plants. Including my feet. This is the time I really get to try out my new meds pertaining to my angia. Last year I was in a study and I recorded for 4 weeks when I got that awaufl censation and would have to pop a Neg pill. I was approved for the meds and then Medicare denied me, so then I had to get a letter from my doc to say the neg were not working and gave them my results from the study.

Time to put the computer to the side Well all is good at the home front. Carl is keeping his talking up, I have stepped away from the computer and outside. We are having some great spring days, start out in the low 50's and max by noon to a cool 70. I was to the nursery and found dwarf irises, for the front along the driveway. Three plants in three different colors, one in butterscotch, one in deep purple and one in light violet. I hope they bloom this year, if they do I'll post the pic. I can only speak for my self about the computer is such a good invention but, it can get me to forget about getting outside and getting my exercise and helping Carl with the planting of everything we bring home from the nursery. It's been a while since I posted so, I have a few things I've wanted to post about. And all have come about because I put the computer down. I've been going to the YMCA now for a year except for during that cold part of winter months three times a week doing water aerobics senior class. It is good to see all the other people I have met and chic chat with them all. But, added going in the afternoon late evening and I have met this one pictorial young woman. She is from Vietnam. She came in the 70's as a child with her mother and father and 7 siblings on the last helicopter that was taking Vietnamese people out to USA. She is a young woman with allot of passion. Her name is Q. The best part is she does yoga and she is offered to teach me going to teach me. YA! Q tells me their are different types of yoga, the one bend like a pretzel (ha! ha! ) and the one she does is every move is stretching with constant breathing . We met back at the pool the next evening and did yoga in the water. While Q and I were doing yoga a couple other women joined us that were also interested and were just waiting around till aerobics class started :chat: (without the chairs). Wonderful can't wait till next week. Q is a blessing into my life. I needed a inventive to my stretching, and a new friendship to go along with it. I hit the mother load! We talk like we've know each other for a long time. I am able to get out and about and meat new friends, I consider myself fortunate. Those that are house bound and I know you and live near you I will visit often because I can. For the computer can take you anywhere in the world enjoy. Well, not to cut this blog short but it's time to push the computer aside and get ready for my busy day. Today is Emory Stroke Survivors' Club meeting at the Emory Rehab ctr. We are having our Spring Fling. An Interactive Horticulture Therapy Group with Kirk Hines, Certified Horticulture Therapist. We will have light refreshments to start and then proceed to the garden. This is a raised bed, all are able to participate in preparing the soil and then all coming to agreement how we should arrange the many flowers that have been donated to the club from Home Depot. It is a fun group that comes from the outside as well as those that are recent survivors' come down and out with their therapist and join the fun. If you club doesn't do something like this I suggest you suggest this to your coordinator of your club check into it. It is great therapy, fresh air and social for us all, including caregivers. Note: some end up doing nothing but they do get to socialize, and we all know how important that can be to our rehab. remembertolaugh

A healing supper. My two friends have joined together to spread their healing abilities. I'll go into that at another time. Carl and I were invited to join in a chicken soup tribal ceremonial given to Melody-Rose from one of her elders. I even got Carl so interested he was going to see friends that he wanted to make a dish to bring. Not to upset his apple cart I assisted him in making his dish. Since Carl's post stroke he has to be left to run his thought all the way threw with no interruptions. We brought a light squid and baby octopus salad. We all sit down for a wonderful bowl of chicken soup and a fantastic Tribal Ceremony Healing story. Now the individual healing session. I go first, Melody-Rose and her partener Russell do their thing ( mind you at any time Carl can and would say we are out of hear if it strikes him different, upset the apple cart) I came to this healing for Carl's benefit. Between the two of them they had many things to say about Carl's flow of energy threw his main core, the blockage on his left side of his mind. While they proceeding I know he can hear every word they are saying, asking me question as well as my response. Carl's frustrations at times have gotten the better of him and now instead of hearing it from me he has heard it from an outsider. All is going very well, Carl's session is over and we all talk about the results and were and how he should proceed in his recovery. He took this all in stride and was not overwhelmed. It's been two weeks since the healing and in these two weeks Carl has engaged in conversation about the findings in the healing. Carl has taken on a new persona in listening to himself when he speaks. Has slowed down and has received more comments from people he has not seen in a few weeks of how well his speech has gotten. I see this has given him a boost of confidence. It has given me joy. I am so thankful for hearing and listening to my spiritually voice.

UPSIDE DOWN GROWING TOMATOES :BashHead: :nuhuh: Yes I would be glad to answer since it is my blog! :forgive_me?: You can buy the planters in the retail Home Depot or Nursery.But what we did is go the the dollar store and get pails for buck. Put a hole on the bottom the size of a quarter. Take a S hook (that is large enough) and squeeze one side on the handle and the other side of the S hook is your hanger side. We have a wire fence around our property so we hang the plants off the fence. They get lots of sun. OK, now to plant - place you plant in the pail with the top of the plant coming out of the bottom threw the hole. Be careful not to be ruff. Start to put soil into on top of the root ball and if you hole ends up too big suggestion is take a couple pieces of newspaper cut a hole in the center to stick the plant then lower it into the pail and the dirt stays attached easier. Fill pail with soil and on top plant your basil. Basil keeps the tomato bugs at bay. This is the inexpensive way otherwise those containers they sell in the store are going for 20 bucks. Oh, I use a box cutter to make the hole. I use a magic marker to designate where the X with a circle around it marks the spot. The only thing I will caution you about is make sure where you hang it from, that it is sturdy. Last year one of the hanger was on the porch wood posts and half way thew the summer it came crashing to the ground. :roflmao: The wood was rotten. That's another project for another day. I am happy to hear that their are so many of you that want to know how to do this. I will tell you that I think the Cherry or Grape tomatoes are the easiest to grow this way. Thank you all. As to get Carl to write, his spelling is bad. He get frustrated, I tried - he passed. Carl plays cards. That is after each one. That is his comfort level. He is the socialite at the neighbor coffee shop. He gets more out of having in person contact with people. Not computer. Carl is a 'big ham'. Likes peoples responsiveness in person. Let us all remembertolaugh, jb P.S. More gardening how too and tips to come.

Jean, I thought I was alone with the small print and icons on the camera. It's good to hear I'm not.

I have been asking the Holy Spirit to send me help, and help has arrived. Carl and I rent a house with a small yard. We get a boy in the neighbor to cut our grass (weeds) usually. Carl has for the past four years put a garden in, but this year he needs help. My landlord sent over one of his helpers and my prayer has been answered. The man is in his sixty's and glad to be helping Carl, and can understand him. If not he tell him to settle down and Carl accepts it. They are working together and laughing and joking around. This has made Carl a much happier person to live with. And I'm a happier person. At the moment I have in my yard four new Japaneses Maples each one a different specie. With a ring of creeping jenny at the base. Next Carl has planted tomatoes in a bucket upside down, and basil on the top. The other 5 plants of tomatoes and 12 peppers different kinds in pots. The time he spends with the gardener gives me a break for the first time with us being both home.

Thanks for sharing Donna. The woops bump I can relate, I did that this last week big time and your right God was letting you get it out of your system and let you read it and destroy the thoughts. It was only meant for you, and so you go on in your therapy. you go girl.

Thanks everyone for the understanding, sometimes when things go a ry you think it only happens to you. Let :BashHead: me introduce you to my hubby, his name is Carl he is 62 never been sick a day in his life. Until one day in July of '07' was stroked. He refused to go to the hospital, he was scared (which came out in a later discussion) and I was scared mixed with confusion. The next day I insisted I take him to emergency. He would not let me call 911. He was paralyzed on the right side and his speech garbled-aphasia. Carl is back to normal except for his speech-and every thing that goes with it. That everything is the WOW the effect. Carl's mind was turned back to a little kid. :Tantrum: Carl woke up Sunday morning, was very civil we had a discussion and he was very humble and apologized. Everything has changed for us, when the mind been stroked. I have to remember to watch my P's and Q's and give him TIME to get out what he is try to say. If only I can remember to keep my mouth closed and wait till later to say what's on my mind. All in keeping peace.

:BashHead: Once Again I Missed Chat on Sunday I really wanted to get to chat cuz I would like to hear how every one else uses the blog. All the things on the site. I hope we schedule another chat. I would like to hear some experts experiences. I'm just experimenting not really understanding the Quick Access. I'm enjoying the blogging even if I don't post what I wrote down. Just easy way to express feelings of joy or confusion ect.

I was under the assumption I was going to have a wonderful day. That was the problem "I thought" who ever told you you can think? After all when another person is involved the whole picture changes. Now their are two people involved in thinking, perception, judgment. All things considered. I am usually most of the time using spirit to guide me through my day. After all we are all one. So, their is only one who knows what you are thinking. But when you throw life into the picture you have confusion inserted. That means the Ego. Ego wants it's way. It brings the unexpected twist and turns into a relationship. The baggage Ego brings, let me count the ways: 1) always wants it's way. 2) It's right and if their is doubt it will convince you it's right at any cost. 3) Judgment comes into play 4) You rather be right than happy 5) Use any body else to get what you want 6) It's better to blame the other person, for it looks better that they are doing the wrong 7) Ego does not have to explain to any one, cuz it does not recognize anybody but itself 8) Ego does not know the meaning of sharing What got me on this today, well someone else wanted to run to the store to return something and I'll add every thing was hunky-dory :thumbs up: starting the day out. But not so fast. Ego decided to rear it's head towards me and her I sit on my computer typing this wondering what it was that I did that made the other person bring out his Ego. What did I say? The other person dropped me off and left. Who know where or for how long. But did utter to me "we are not going tonight". Tonight: I went to the store early this morning to get my ingredients for my desert I am taking to a Pot luck supper. So I sit, with grocery's bought and not going. I depend on that person to take me. I've had this on my calendar for over a month. My desert needs to be put together ahead of time so it has time to sit. I was going to get to see old friends, and have a chance to me some new. Now it's not going to happen. Put the grocery's in the fridge for another day. Take the lemon and turn it into a lemonade. Now it's time for walk in the park and a good long meditation.

Today is a good day. Good day, what makes a good day I'll count the ways: When your hubby has been complaining of back pain and finally decide to go to the Chiropractor, and while we are at the doc I ask for an adjustment. WOW! See I believe in Chiropractors. My hubby always went to one and inter deuce me to the practice. When I had my stroke the Chiropractor said he can't work on me because of the stroke. So for four year I have not had an adjustment. Chiropractors do not want to adjust in the neck area cuz of the blood vessels to the heart. Since it is my lower back he could see I was bent over walking with my cane. I have been having pain in the lower back even when I am sitting with out a back supported. I feel 2ft taller, my hips feel even when I walk, it's such a good feeling. Another thing that makes a good day is a long time co-worker contacted me and had a real nice talk. She wants my address to come visit. E-mail is great for this reason you can give it to the person in person and they may loose the paper they wrote it on or e-mail you can send it and all they have to do is save it in a folder. I like that. If US mail all came e-mail I would not loose the bills, information, notification, ect. all over the house or car. Another thing is a good day when I can roll over and set my feet down on the floor and have feeling in my feet. Stand up and walk. I am blessed.

:happybday: :happydance: I's my birthday and I can still party! I'm not able to party like I could at 25, but I give it a good try. When I got up this morning and went to brush my teeth I looked into the mirror and yep I'm still here. I will enjoy and be happy for I never know of my last day. I am blessed to be hear, being stroked brought me to hear my Holy Spirit. I rely on spiritualism. This world we call home is really the ego's home. We are just a actor in a play. Following a script. The ego love's to make chaos. In fact the ego even has love and hate upside down.

Thank you all for the birthday wishes.

:yadayada: Well since Sunday with the big snow, it snowed in Atlanta Georgia, weather has changed to be beautiful, trees are budding out. The hubby finally let me drive the auto. I don't drive to often, maybe to the store around the block. Never at night, my night vision is gone. I'm getting back in the roll of my daily exercise, walking around the block which happen to be a Park. Going the Y for my three times a week, one hour of water exercise. I have arthritic knees, and water exercises actually relieves me from pain in my knees. Then taking a walk in the afternoon I can go twice around the block and not feel the pain. I am starting to experience numbness in my feet when I'm walking. I keep forcing myself cuz I am blessed to still walk. I had my stroked anniversary last month 4 years. I have had success in my endeavors of searching for my friends from my high school. Gayle, is her name and I am thrilled to find out she lives in SC and comes to Atl often. Can't wait to talk to her. Typing is cumbersome and takes memory to bring up topics or questions to want to know. I want to thank those, who are reading and commenting on my blog. Thank you. you have all given me encouragement to keep blogging.

Spring is a renewing time of the year. Hear the birds singing, having rain showers, trees are budding out, daffodils are blooming. As I sit and take the sounds in around me something comes over me. I'm alive, I was stroked, but I'm still her to bring a message to others. Shake off the last years woes. I am fortunate for I am not bound to a chair I can walk, not far but I can walk. I feel great today. I finally made the decision to get another vehicle. Or at least go to the car dealer and look around and see what was available. I am a believer if I go shopping and what I wanted is their and it makes me happy, I was to have it. I went to the dealer, the salesman that waited on me the last time had retired. Another salesman started taking to me, I got a good vibe from him and he did not have a hard sell. I knew what I wanted and so happened showed it to me right off the bat. A used 2008 Saturn Vue XE at the right price with my trade-in. My hubby is happy it is his fav color a deep red.

My day started out lying in bed, opening my eyes, hearing the TV on. My natural thought is hubby is up. Until, I hear the snore, next to me. I do my morning constitution, coffee just finished brewing (set on automatic to brew and be ready for me when I wake up). That's when it all was decided (remind you I saying I did not make a conscience decide) I picked up the clicker and I was unable to change the station, the volume, turn it off. Ok, it must be the the batteries, I'll change them and ??? Nope! Now, hubby wakes up and says 'it must be the batteries' and it's is now going thru my mind that it is not enough I'm having to deal with the clicker that does not talk but it controls the TV. Hubby, has aphasia and I have to figure out what he is try to say to me. Wanting to just pull the plug on the cable box and plug it back in, I decided not to. Some TV is better than No TV. Instead I'll call the cable company. I called and they go throu the usual questions and we will rest call us back in 10 miniutes if you still have nothing. Yep, you guessed it 10 minutes later call back and get someone else, sounds a little more savy and tell me 'Oh it's your clicker' 'We could send some one out to exchange it or you could go to one of our stores.' Now, I have to decide to wait till Monday for a cable guy to come and exchange the clicker on first available appoiment time or get hubby to drive us to a cable store and exchange. We choose cable store. I ask were is the closest one to my house. Do you have a phone number for the store and the answer I get is 'they don't take phone calls' So, now I have the information of the cross streets, it is in a Public's shopping center, and across the street from a Pep Boys. Good information, but hubby rushes me out the door and then says to me 'how far down this street is the cross street.' Well, I'm fit to be tied. He's the one that pushed me out the door before I could have a chance to think about the 'who, what, where, and how' answers. Time and time again I have to learn the same lesson over and over that before ventureing out do my 'who, what, where, how'. I know if I do not have the info, I'm to be blamed. Ever since hubby had his stroke the littlest thing can tic him off. And this time I did it again. Shitty day. Finnally got to the cable store and back home. Thank god. Ok, now put the batteries in and lets see. Nothing. Back on the phone to the cable company. We go throu the 20 questions and then they say'you have to reprogram' I can now start to see the light at the end of the tunnel.' Why could they not mention to me either at the time they are sending me to exchange or at the store about you will have to call and get it reprogramed. No body gives good customer service anymore. I was a customer service rep for many years. Thank god now the TV is working properly again. Oh, that cup of coffee I have ready when I wake up is cold now. I guess, I will nuke it. Now that I'm reading this over again and reflecing on the happenings I can laugh, and remind my self it's all and illusion, I made it all up, their is not world, their is no clicker, no hubby, no cars, driving. Their is only SPIRIT.

\\ Donna, The day went better after I sat back and had a good laugh. As for the week, once I usually have a first of the morning ego trip it can only go up on the scale. I refuse to let my mind become loaded down with a ego running wild, I squash it with a big dose of LAUGHTER :roflmao: .

Jan Thanks so very much for your encouragement. If we follow our hearts (whether their troubled) spirit is always just a faint nudge away. Children bring so much more happiness to me since I was stroked. When I'm in a store and I catch a glimpse of parent with a young child and the young child is talking and talking, the parent catches me looking, I acknowledge, and the parent is apologizing for the child never stops. I have a good laugh first, then I comment, be glad, for when we as adults have strokes and loose are ability to speak we realize that children are performing a miracle. Learning to communicate, the shape of the mouth, the position of the mouth, the tongue, the jaw. How much effort of air is able to produce the sound. And then, you the parent acknowledges it was understood. My neighbor had her first child in August this last year. I love to crochet a baby blanket. I finally got to see the baby boy on Saturday she was taking him for a walk in the stroller. They are such miracles. It was wonderful that spirit was able to work thru you to help Ethan. The power of our thoughts can be so rewarding. I would love to have you as My Friend and anyone else that comments on my blog. But!!!! I don't know how. Help. Please. In fact, I don't know if on (my blog) your comments I suppose to respond? Is their a proper or improper way and why? I'm loving blogging. Thanks for helping. But you have to promise if you read one of my blogs and it is not understandable you will let me know. rmembertolaugh,jean

The friends that move on are only making room for us to experience new friends and that turns into new adventures. And all of us know how good it makes us feel to be able to do past things, but accomplishing new avenues of experience makes not only us feel worth something but our caregivers joyful. And joy is what this life should be all about. Thanks for the comment. remembertolaugh, jean :chat:

Friends, I seem to through the years have forgotten all my friends names I had through High School. After moving here and their, lost the year book, had a stroke, I would like to reconnect with them. A friend I had when I worked with sent me a invite to Face Book. I signed up, and that was the end of it. I really didn't think I would find anyone. So, time has passed and now I have some 25 friends. Steve Mallory happens to be one of my friends. If I can not find the old friends, I'll take the new spiritual ones that facebook brings me.

Kathy, You have been expressing yourself in your paintings. The new you has just morphed into a butterfly observing everyone else. I just heard today on TV, traumatic happenings in our life sends us into a tail spin. .Keeping in communication with friends, talking, over a cup of coffee, keeps you living. Isolation however is signing your death certificate. So, keep up the high spirits, you are painting a picture of a new you. Java

After being in the chat room today and talking to hostjan, she game me a inspirational thought about writing my thought down in the form of a blog. Thanks to jan. I've never attempted to do this before because since my stroke in 05 i have trouble collecting my thoughts. Collecting my thoughts to put on paper, keeping a journal, writing poetry, writing a instruction manual. Stop! I am 54 years old. I have not worked a day in my life since I had my first stroke 01which i or the doctors didn't know I was having. I was working a normal day being my normal self (computer IT manager) solving puzzles when i bent down to pick up a piece of paper from the floor and wham! **smack!** my nose started to bleed and it was no small nose bleed. my co-workers got me up to the nurses station and of course I had them call my husband. They call the rescue squad but they never made it their. The firer men did, and they are starting to want to find a vein in my arm. By this time my husband arrives and the third firer man want to try and my husband said to me "lets go I'm taking you to the hospital" and off in the car we went. That was the day I'll never forget, when I returned back to work later that month work closed down. I haven't worked since. Computers were my life, now it's confusion, headaches. Well that's enough for one sitting, thank god for spell check. Time to make the coffee.