I missed some time in there, so I’ll post a couple of tidbits from the past weeks.
I had planned to post on Easter.
I think a lot of stroke sufferers (is that a word?) tend to stay inside a lot. It’s somewhat embarrassing to go out and do things with folks staring and all. But, you learn to live with it. Walk through a mall with a kid balder than Kojak and you can handle any stares. We have been out a fair amount: grocery shopping, Ikea, the aquarium, the park. Anissa hasn’t been able to do loud places too well yet. It’s literally over stimulation for her at this point, so we go during off hours. Church has been avoided. It doesn’t mean we don’t still worship, it just means we haven’t been to church in a while. I still say that it’s important to worship on Sundays, but it’s also important to live it Monday through Saturday as well. So, Easter Sunday…we snuck in a little late to church and snuck out a little early during the singing. It was a packed house, which made it difficult, but we made it, and called it a success.
After church, we went out to lunch. When I first suggested the place, both my mom and my wife kind of turned up their nose. The kids were ecstatic. My choice for Easter lunch? None other than Golden Corral. Remember how I said everything is therapy? Remember how I said she couldn’t remember the tastes of certain foods? Name one place better than an all you can eat buffet for that kind of situation. She wanted to try every piece of pie there. It turned out awesomely.
The kids were all dressed up, we were all dressed up, it felt a little bit like we were sliding back into our version of normal. A good time was definitely had by all.
We’ve just got an extra pair of wheels these days.
I had planned to post on our anniversary.
That came and passed last month with a simple little, “Happy Anniversary” said across a couch. Best damn present ever. Twelve years ago that day, we had a simple little ceremony. My dad performed it. We were so broke then. The rings cost a combined $75 from a pawn shop. Our wedding song was, “Feels Like Home” by Bonnie Raitt. In my eyes, it was the perfect culmination of a lunch date that turned into forever. We never really did have an actual honeymoon. Still haven’t. Never really had the time. I’m kind of targeting our 25th anniversary for something.
Among others, our son, Nathaniel, was there in all of his bundles of chubbiness.
Don’t you judge us!
Seriously, though, we had what some would call “family pressure” to get married before the baby came and it was a conscious choice on our part to not get married because others wanted us to. Instead, we wanted to make sure it was right for us. Long story short, and a couple of ticked off family members later, it was, and the rest, as they say, is history. In my opinion, the best marriages are those that happen for the right reasons, and only time will tell if that’s the case in any situation.
We both agree that we’ve got a pretty good thing going on here.
I had planned to post when we made a definite decision on something big:
Hey Blogher10! We’ll be there!
I never posted those things as they happened chronologically.
Instead, I waited until today.
Because something amazing happened on Thursday and today is the first time I’m really getting a chance to tell about it.
How’s that for a lead up? Originally I had this post and the previous one together. Sorry, but I’m lamenting…and apparently producing War and Peace these days. Aren’t you glad I split it into 2? Anissa says I’m too long-winded and it should’ve been 4.
I had planned on taking 2 days off of work Wednesday and Thursday. It didn’t work out exactly as planned on Wednesday, but on Thursday I was bound and determined to relax. So, I dropped Anissa off at therapy and went hunting for a book store. I wanted to relax with a cup of coffee and browse some magazines, and just take some time for myself for an hour or two.
That’s all I wanted: A mini-breather with zero demands on my attention.
So after I dropped her off Thursday morning, I went in search of a Barnes and Noble or Borders, or something like that. I went in 4 directions at the height of rush hour. Wasn’t all that exciting. So, a little dejected, I swung in to a Dunkin Donuts and asked if they knew of any book store. They pointed me across the street to a plaza. I swung over there and saw the place they were talking about. It was a little hole in the wall book store. They weren’t open until later, so I waited.
As I was sitting there, checking emails, I noticed an acupuncturist shop. I figured what the heck. Let’s go talk to the guy and see what he can do. The acupuncture we tried before had minimal benefits, but I still had it in my head that we needed someone dedicated to their craft, not an M.D. who practiced acupuncture. So, figuring I had nothing to lose, I went in and talked to the guy. Turns out, he’s a second generation acupuncturist, been doing it for a while and has had success with stroke victims, AND he had an appointment open right after Anissa got out of therapy.
I picked Anissa up from therapy and explained that we had another appointment to get to. She wasn’t all that thrilled and argued that she didn’t want to go.
I asked her to simply trust me.
The night before was particularly overwhelming to me, and when I went to bed, I prayed for some more progress in her leg and arm.
We got in there, and she was very apprehensive. The acupuncturist explained a few things to her, and examined her, and then got to work on her.
After one session, we had the following effects:
- straightened her jaw out.
- Got her tongue working better, improving speech.
- She was actually able to feel when she moved her right leg. It’s been guesswork for her until now.
- She was able to open her mouth wider.
- She was able to raise her leg farther.
- Improved feeling/sensitivity across the board, in her face, leg, foot, arm.
- And, I finally I saw her ankle move.
We’ve got a second treatment on Wednesday.
I’m pretty pumped with those results.
Her spirits are still pretty good. There are moments of weakness, but those are to be expected, and we’re handling it all pretty well. She’s now pushing off with her right foot to stand up. Once she gets up, she’s not able to fully straighten it out and lock the knee yet. Her left eye won’t look left yet, so she still wears tape over part of the glasses to decrease her double vision. Her right arm is coming slowly. She’s able to pull it down, and arm wrestle a bit. Movement on her arm is one directional, which is confusing me. She’s also able to squeeze her fingers some.
I think that bit of success finally gave me that second wind I’ve been searching for.
More importantly, it feels like we’re just starting to crank up the diesel.