|The Big White Beard|
Today I had the first visit to the neurologist since the strokes. That is, the first visit since I left the hospital. The doctor had examined me in early October while I was in the ICU at the hospital in Memphis. At this point, recovery is a waiting game, as the doctors do not know when and how the recovery will unfold. I have regained a small bit of my vision in my right eye, which is a good sign and better than nothing, but I still can not drive and that is frustrating of course.
I have days where I feel like I can do this, then other days where I feel like I am lost. Since my strokes, I have communicated with several other stroke survivors. I realise that I am very fortunate, as many with strokes have more health problems than I do. I hear their stories of how hard the work at recovery and how patient they are with their struggles. They have inspired and encouraged me. Patience, recovery is slow.
I am writing again. I have several 500 word days done over the last week and I feel like that my skills are coming back. I was working on a book about the Scots-Irish and the Faeires when the strokes happened. I was over one half finished with the book. Once, I get into a regular routine of writing I will regain my focus on the topic, I hope that is. I have also started assembling research notes for the next project, which will also have a Irish theme. I am drawn to the subject.
The mug, is an almost empty one, of one of my favourite teas, Darjeeling. I am a tea drinker. Darjeeling, Russian Caravan, and Prince of Wales, my three favourite teas. They are soothing.