I'm in my usual place at the end of the day, lazing around applying heat to my shoulder. There's a cat at my feet and a cat by my head. A true crime history podcast is on, meant to stop me thinking too much but it's only helping a little. Daughter keeps disturbing the peace in the hope that the felines will wake up for playtime.
I forgot to book a ride to physical therapy tomorrow. 🙄 This is what happens when I think too much. The important stuff gets wrecked.
With the wet weather it might be safer to get an Uber. Better yet just stay home. Emily will understand. Sweet girl. Good at her job.
Surprisingly enough the election is the least of my worries. I've got fingers that are numb and don't work right. My shoulder ache never goes away and gets worse with the cold. I used to be so active and now I'm having trouble getting out of the house.
During the pandemic I had a stroke in the right hemisphere. I'm one of the lucky ones. I can still walk with a cane but it's slow going 🐢 and my cognition is good if not glitchy.
I'm not sure if it will be worth it to finish my degree. It took so long to get so close and this recovery is such tiring work.
I'm down one cat.🐈
Thanks for listening.