Today is day 55. I can't believe it. It feels like more days since I had the "incident" or bleeding stroke. As I lay in bed day after day, after friggin' day, I picture all the things I COULD be doing if my brain and body just cooperated. For instance I love to craft. NOOO??? You ask...as if you didn't know. I lay in bed and picture project after project in my funny little mind. I go to the extent of seeing myself going into Hobby Lobby and buying the items I will need to make it real. I see myself at the table putting it all together. I see myself enjoying it or giving it away. But when I remember I can't DRIVE myself to the HB.....wait what was that? Something on Dr. Phil that caught my attention. Oh no, that guy's had more than 20 plastic surgeries, what was he thinking? Oh where was I? Oh yeah, I was reading the new Rick Springfield autobio.....I just loved him as a young girl and his song Jessie's Girl . And I remember how my friend Ed...
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