I know, I might have titled last
week’s post with the same, or very similar, words. It’s not that I think of
nothing else these days. I do.
The Building Where I was born!
It’s just that I always think of my
health, my healing, my future.
Everything I read about these days
is health-related, stroke survival.
Other—often times, anyway, I think
of how to increase my followers. Not on FB, but on my own blog. I am very, very
eager to increase these tiny, little two-digit numbers into big ones, that grow
and grow from week to week.
I have just a bit of a challenge
with focus, concentration and maintenance. That is, maintenance of my goals,
once they are set. This is said to be a left-over from my Stroke. I have done
what appears to me to be a great deal of reading on this topic. I am really
read to find something much more direct and aimed at my present ‘problems’.
Short-term memory loss, intermittent headaches and dizziness and, god
I know I have mentioned them
previously, but I haven’t come upon anything directed to them. My questions are
all quite simple. I.e., why are hallucinations always so danged scary? Why do
they all take over the present vision of an item I have seen daily, all my life
[trees, plants, flower pots]. None of these things are scary to me, but when my
brain presents me with an alternative view, it is scary, for sure.
At this point, I must make better
efforts in these directions, and dig deeper to learn more about hallucinations,
how they start, from which part of my brain and memory they come and why, for
heaven’s sake, are they all so danged scary? At least, mine are anyhow.
for a bit about something else...
I had just begun to re-plan my
future. Before the Stroke happened, I was even thinking of places I would like
to live, what professions interested me. I even gave some thought to how I would
get to those places.
Then, about a year ago today, my Stroke
Life is always changing, have you
Be encouraged, however.
Don’t be afraid of anything at any
I am always concerned about my
health, and yours. I am always reading about thigns I can do to take better
control of my health, and gain a better understanding.
I have finally come to the conclusion
that eating well is superior to any other diet or approach to weight-loss that I
have encountered so far.
Beginning next Sunday, I will have
an entry on health, citing various books and articles that I have read since I’ve
been on the road to Recovery. I will be entirely delighted to hear your views
and opinions and share information with you, on any of my posts.
there’s a new week upon us. If there’s a new week, it means that I should have
posted before today [Tuesday]. I didn’t, so I’m doing it now. I continue
with my most recent project [if you want to call it that]: Recovery. One of the
most interesting parts of it is my continuing hallucinations. They don’t come as
often and are not as horrifying as before, but, oh boy, they still come! There is
so much to learn, about everything. I means, seriously, do you know a lot about
the brain, how it works, hot it controls the entire body? Are you even familiar
with how rest and nutrition and exercise affect its condition and its
performance? It is all connected, my friends, and the more of it that I learn, I
feel that the more of it I am obligated to practice. Wow. So, what do I see in
a hallucination? Wow. Not much
of what I see has an everyday-type name. None of the faces that I see can easily be described as any other animal that
we all know. For example, there is the recurring on of a black, rubbery-like, multi-legged
crawling creature who shows up some times as I am lying down [to try] to go to
sleep. Going to
sleep is yet another challenge. I ain’t sleeping well, at all. Not only that, it takes me a long time [hours,
sometimes] to go to sleep. Then, some of the dreams I have are just entirely
ludicrous.One thing I
must be grateful for: they are not just literally scary—the dreams. Nothing like
the images that my dear injured brain is creating.People,
protect your brain. Start with what you eat, how you rest, how often you
exercise. As much as I am sorry to say it: avoid alcohol, all of it. I know
that once in a while, every true American wants to sip a beer. Please, just do
it every once in a while, not every day. And surely, never do more than two a
My HomeTown at Night!
Another piece of it is that I have dropped off a large collection
of ‘stuff’ that I dragged around before. That includes, thoughts, memories, memorabilia,
furnishings, books. Oh, me, all of that is stuff. It’s not that I put any clear
thought into it, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that I just simply
don’t need so much of it.Today, I am
looking forward to moving away from the hamlet where live, to something with a
bit more variety, pizazz, people, places, etc. Really, it’s just a 2017 version
of Mayberry. Truthfully speaking, there’s nothing wrong with it. I just
want at least one new adventure. So, as soon as I am fully recovered, I’m
off! I’ll be sure to keep you posted. StayWell,
These three towns [I
call them hamlets] are part of my life. I presently live in neither but have
previously lived in two of them. They are all close together. We all have a bit
of a drive to the grocery store, Wal-Mart, etc. That does not stop us from moving
about, moving forward, every time.
Please read, I hope
you enjoy, and by all means, share! XOXOXO
Forward movement is a
large portion of my life just now. In fact, it is a large portion of my very
existence. I know you know that I am in recovery from brain injury/stroke last
year in April. Many people have told me that I am recovering quite quickly and
quite far and a few even have told me that I am a miracle.
So, you’re wondering
what I’m writing about tonight, right?
So glad you asked.
I am writing about my
awareness expanding as my recovery continues.
You see, for the
longest time, I didn’t feel fully injured.
Other than the daily
headaches and dizziness and general body weakness, I felt pretty much like
myself. That, however, was a bit of a stretch.
You see, I couldn’t
stretch. Now, that’s a good one. Stretching is an important part of my regular
working out and I found it almost impossible at one point.
‘thing’ that I couldn’t do was take long walks. At just about this time last
year, my walks were up to 3 miles at a time, and they only took an hour or so.
Sometime, it would be an hour and 15 minutes. During my recovery, I become able
to take a supposedly long walk. Ha! I couldn’t even make a complete mile
without taking a break, sitting on a bench for a few minutes. By the time I was
done, I would be exhausted.
These days, I am
exhausted in the middle of the afternoon, no matter what I have done. In any
case, however, I continue to recover.
One big swing in my
forward movement was relief from hallucinations. I took it upon myself to read
as much as I could find about this experience. I wanted to know what caused
them, when would they end, where they came from.
Lucky for me, I
finally said it to the right doctor [an internist, I think] and he told me
quite simply and clearly the hallucinations depend on the part of my brain that
Halla. Lu. Yuh. I
love living and learning.
At that point, I did
at least relax but they didn’t end.
Another big part of
my recovery is my love of reading, learning, researching. I also love to share
what I learn. Presently, I don’t have a large gathering of listeners and
friends to share it with.
Yet, another reason
to share with you.
Oh! ByTheWay: Please,
readers, please, share these posts on every social medium that you use. You of
course, may have no interest in the process of recovery from a stroke, you may
not know anyone who ever had a stroke. According to the figures, you will soon
be in of these groups.
One piece of
information that really staggers me is the numbers of Americans who have high
blood pressure, who smoke, who are overweight, those who don’t exercise, and
finally, those who suffer from strokes. Are you one of these?
But, that is enough about
Tomorrow, I have a
funeral service to attend. To me, it is crucial. It is the member of a family I
love dearly, to which I was at once far-out related. I know all the members of
that family, right down to the grandchildren.
It won’t be the first
one I have attended this year.
It won’t be the first
one of that family. Last year in January, that family had another one.
It won’t be a small
It’s expected to be
so large, the service is being held at a white church, because
it is much larger than the one in our neighborhood.
Life is really
This person is only
12 years older than me. He told me once that he and my grandfather were
baptized on the same Sunday, and how important that made him feel.
Well, I won’t
continue with this eulogy, although that is what I want to be my specialty.
I won’t bother to
tell you anything else about this dude, a stranger to you all.
I will say this:
Life is real. Life is earnest,
and the grave is not its goal
Dust thou art to dust returneth
was not spoken of the soul.
Act, act in the living present,
heart with and god overhead.
Lives of great ones all remind
us, we can make our lives sublime
And departing, leave us,
footprints in the sands of time.
Footprints that perhaps, another,
sailing on life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked
brother, seeing, may take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
with a heart for any fate
Still achieving, still pursuing;
learn to labor, and to wait.
A Psalm of Life - Henry W.
NOTE: This is
not all of the poem, just what I can recall at this moment. Thanks for smiling!
Okayyy! Now it is two
nights later, the time is 10:11 p.m. and I am typing again.
I am entirely pleased
with anything near to progress in my posting, so let’s all stand and applaud!
I was telling you
about a funeral I had to attend. I did. It was a large gathering, held at a
local white church. Imagine that. We didn’t completely fill the sanctuary, but
we could have taken a smaller black church, and made a good fit.
History and cultural
practices and traditions, are all other topics for the reverend to discuss. You
may recall that I graduated from a liberation theology seminary and that is the
point at which all my presentations begin.
OK. Fine. That’s
enough of that for now. I will be here again soon. StayWell!
FURTHER NOTE: I
will soon begin to share reviews of the books I am reading as I learn about
Small Hamlets in Northeast Georgia - Yawl Come to See Us!
It is boarded by
several other hamlets, each of which has some resemblance to us – Cleveland.
I may have said
this already, but Cleveland was reasonably well known to me before I came to
live here, because, I know people here, from school. Back in out 8th
grade years, African-American students from several other counties were bused to Habersham. They became good students and we all became friends.
I haven’t posted in
two weeks. I apologize for my laziness. I am not certain of this at all, of
course, but I often feel that my daily exhaustion is causing me to become more
lethargic. That is a bad course of action.
I gotta get moving again, for good.
Well, as we all
know, progress can not be rushed.
Nor can recovery—be
rushed. At one point, I did start to realize I was rushing recovery so I have
slowed down a great deal and am functioning much better.
I love books!
One thing that I
have done: daily exercise. I walk for 30 minutes daily and before bed, I do
some Yoga. I have always loved and adored yoga, strength training and running.
Whew, my feet and
ankles hurt like the very devil. Who knows, I may run again some day.
They--feet and ankles--are needed for
Again, I have
slacked on my daily journaling. I agree with my sister that it’s a great aid in
remembering the day before. However, something about it is saddening. These
days, I am feeling saddened when I have no idea why.
One thing: an
underlying fearfulness has been left behind by the stroke. I can’t quite figure
it out as to why and from whence. I must say, however, it has lessened, but
does still remain.
Among my present
recovery-related goals is the location of a neurologist with a
psychiatry/psychology background. I will not reset until I maintain an
understanding of how all these different ‘impressions’ come and go.
In fact, I just
want them to go. And yes, they are all going. In the meantime, I am reading all
sorts of books and online articles and such, and I am learning daily.
So, I trust, are
each of you!
hallucinations have calmed down considerably.
Thank the Living
God for that, and they don’t occur nearly as often.
I will tell you
again, recovery is really something.
Here, I am thinking
about my journaling:
I must,indeed, put better efforts into that.
My thoughts seem to
be coming to me like popcorn. I am not doing well, but I am doing something. :)
observation regarding my memory/recall:
I have been sending
my dear friend a daily greeting, which lead up to March 17, her birthday. I
have learned and loved many poems in my life – thanks to the world’s greatest
English teacher. These days, only two have returned to me. Imagine that. Luckily, the one that I recall the most of is
long: A Psalm of Life. So, I can use
different stanzas each day. There are only four days left. We were both in the same
grade when we learned it. She hasn’t yet said anything about her recall of it,
Sandra d. - Smiling.
In any case, I am
just happy to live and breathe and laugh and read and learn. So, I trust, are
I will say good
night now, and please remember, share this on your media sites.
NOTE: Before I truly close, let me tell you this
truth about my efforts. I simply can not recall what to do to upload photos
from my phone. For that reason, you have no recent photos of Cleveland, GA, to
show. However, it will change soon. Meantime, I am returning to another love of
my life: Tea.
. I swear, every tree that I see these days is completely intriguing me. They each remind me of people entangled with each other, all of whom are trying to keep growing and moving upward. Keep an eye out. I’ll start posting very soon.
We have a lotta trees to share! LiveWellToday!
So many sizes. This one is rather small and I think it is in Phoenix, Az.
Please, before I go, be sure to check my website. I'll be adding Trees soon.
That's always the first question asked, at a gathering.
Puzzles are Great Partners
Okay, so I know:
when we’re writing for our blogs, we are often instructed to use unindented
paragraphs. However, when I was taught to write papers, and yes, to type them, I
was taught to always indent at least
five spaces, so I do it. What do you do?
As usual, time
continues to pass and my recovery continues in a definite way. I continue to
learn about aneurysms-how when, where and why they rupture, recovery, and yes,
is no simple matter. Do you agree?
means uncluttering something that you own and moving forward. It may be just
ideas, it could be memories, hopes, dreams. Oh, dear, should I go on? Well, you
get it, I’m sure. So, I must say that I am still uncluttering my head.
One reason for
this is that I always wanted a long, healthy, happy life. These days, I realize
more than usual, my part[s] in that.
that I have held for a long time is that for anyone who has survived 50 years
in black skin [somewhere here in the U.S.], could easily survive for
another 50, if they wanted to do so. My conviction was just that we would have
to make some adjustments.
therefore, am adjusting.
One thing health
principle of which I am totally convinced today: Things that truly have a negative
affect on blood pressure, which also has a negative affect upon brain function
and health, are simple.
To Grow Well, Adjust!
Extraweight. Make a decision to adjust and keep your weight at a healthy
Proper nutrition. Not boxed, canned or
packaged with too many words that you can’t pronounce.
Stress. Decide whether you want to
loose your mind all at once or a little at a time, and put yourself in control
of your stress. It may mean changing jobs, or locations where you live and
work. Why, heck, you may even need to change your sweetheart[s]. It won’t hurt
Tobacco [smoking]. I am nearly certain
that if you are old/mature enough to care about this topic, read this blog and
live a long life, you are aware of the horrors of smoking. Don’t. Do it, my
Sleep. Do it properly, ok. Don’t sleep
too much and pray tell, don’t sleep too little. Sleep is what enables the body
to heal and move closer to true health. Try for at least 8 hours per night.
and I hosted a memorial service for my mother on Sunday afternoon. It was just
lovely. The house was filled up with 50-60 people who knew, loved and enjoyed
her. We even had small little children. Some of them were her
great-grandchildren. I’m sure she loved it.
I know now that
one property of the human existence, is joy.
After that, everything goes a lot easier.