I don't get near as many post-stroke episodes as I did a couple of years ago.
And when I get them, they're much shorter.
And not as intense.
I can usually restart my brain at home if needed, too.
This week, though...
Whopper!
This sucker put me down and out for days.
Ryker feels the need ALWAYS to be touching me somehow.
It will not always be like this, and so I never ask him to move.
There will come a day very soon when he wants nothing to do with cuddling me.
So for now, he does.
Except when I'm in pretty bad shape - then Dad tells him he needs to scoot.
Yesterday afternoon, I took a dang shower and put a bra on.
I was SO big.
I told Ryker that my goal for the day was to go to his football practice.
He thanked me for keeping my promise.
It felt good to be outside.
In the meantime, Isis sent me these pictures.
Can you even?!?!?!
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