Today is my 2 year anniversary. I let my 1 year go by quietly, I didn’t want to point or scare it. 2 years. It’s been a long road but I feel more like myself at year 2 then I did at year 1. I don’t talk about my lingering effects but I will now, maybe someone will see this and it will help them in some way. I don’t know. I have good days and bad days. On a bad day my vertigo is pretty intense. The only thing I can liken it to is spinning in a circle until you’re dizzy then try to walk a straight line, you will physically stumble but mine is all in my head. I have a constant feel of falling to the left. Right after my stroke I needed someone to walk on my left so I had a physical barrier. I rarely have trouble swallowing now but in the beginning it was a pretty serious issue. My left side is weak. Some days my left hand feels like a strangers. I try not to carry anything breakable in that hand because it could fall at any time on a bad day. Not being able to find the right words or get them out has greatly improved. Spanish was all I could get out a couple of weeks ago when I was trying to tell Charlie what I needed from the fridge. I wanted spinach but Spanish was all I could come up with and get out. I’ve just now been able to start driving on a regular basis. Not driving made me feel like a complete burden to my family. They would never say that but it’s how I felt. So, that’s the biggies. I could make a longer list but why dwell. Having my heart surgery a year ago has greatly reduced the chances of another stroke happening but it’s a possibility. I’ve stopped worrying, when it’s my time to go then I’ll go. Anything that doesn’t kill will just piss me off and make me tougher. Year 2, fuck ya!!
Awwwww! You were never a burden. Never-ever. You’re my hero for being as strong as you have been, and your strength has helped me understand my issues better. I’m glad we have a year #2- I could have easily lost you that fateful day. That would’ve been a true tragedy; you have really great tits and you put out. For me. ;)
Really, though… I love you and cherish every day. I’m a pretty lucky man.
I wish I could believe they would always be here, but I have trust issues. So I ordered 2. Thanks Slimmers, I ♥ you.
Take her. Somebody besides me needs to witness the crazy this bitch has mastered.
Frankly, I am surprised this isn’t hanging in my house. Seriously, you should see the collection she has amassed.
I keep a string of white lights above my bookcases in the office year round. Magical.
I have a certain somebody in my life that always keeps our home fully festive. No matter the season or occasion, she always manages to find a certain flair to decorate and celebrate. I love her. She’s pretty special.
This really happens. All the time.
The Mrs. and I are on our own respective laptops sitting next to each other. She has consistently out-porned me every time I look over. I admire her tastes, except that one thing. And the other.
1995 Alfa Romeo GTV, 1963 Alfa Romeo Giulia 1600 Sprint Speciale, 1967 Alfa Romeo Tipo 33 Stradale
We had a little Alfa Romeo Spider (1986- Graduate convertible in Alfa Red) when we lived in California. Shaun spotted that car on the side of the road in our little hick town and it was love at first sight. I looked a little funny driving it though, being 6’3” tall. I looked like an adult Sasquatch being birthed by a goat getting in and out of it. We loved that little car- I will have to try to find a picture of it.
It’s not a majorly huge secret that between all of the bitching and nastiness, I am actually a huge sap. I have a deep affinity for chick-flicks and have a music library that most resembles a “best of” collection of Lilith Fair’s finest. Truth.
This video speaks to me. Besides being a wonderful live performance, it has depth and personal meaning to me. I am a lucky man. I have an old soul in my life. She is wise beyond her years and I most certainly wouldn’t be the person I am today without her.