After lying around in the hospital like a lump of coal. After dancing with myself, inside my own mind, hmmm, wonder if that's what Clint Eastwood meant by his remark (A legend in his own mind). I laugh, out loud, and a big gop of drool rolls down the side of my mouth.
A left side stroke, right side parallelization.
So now, here I am, I was released today at 11am, by 12pm I was unceremoniously pushed over to the middle of the bed by Nurse Ratchit. God that woman was strong. I had the feeling she was annoyed with me. Stupid b--- I would help if my right side wasn't paralyzed!!
I turn my head to the window, that same piece of blue. I let the tears fall, then that voice, that incredibly strong, upbeat, unabashedly happy voice, snaps me out of my self deprecating reverie.
"Hey Mister!.. You stop that crying, you are a man!
OK, how many times have I used that to my benefit? Anyway, I wiped the tear away with my strong arm and decided I was going to work like hell, to get better, and I had a reason too... Miss coffee lady..