On Friday the 13th I had a Stroke. Hospitalized for five days. Now recovering at home. Not allowed to drive or go out alone. Can't concentrate for long. Activity like brushing my teeth requires slepp afterwards. General mood is low. Shock factor off the scale. Time its taken to write this? forever.
Support is great. Rob taken time off work. Team of medics visiting every day. Prognosis? High risk of another one. My feelings are a sick mix of disbelief, despair and fear. but mingled inbetween theses is one of my finer traits..optimism
I will change my diet, my attitude towrds everythinjg.
John is keeping in the shadows.

And so as Igaze silently into the screen catching sight of typo errors I really don't give a shit.

And with that comes a certain relief =, freedom.
Nomore shopping lists, worrying about weight or whether God exists, aI am at one with the uhniverse .