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Am I okay? Isn't that a loaded question. It's been two months. Two months and I still can't feel my legs. I wake up with awful headaches. I get so tired just accomplishing the ordinary that I need to nap everyday.
But the truth is, I am okay. I'm doing my best to figure out this new normal. I think I'm doing all right at it. I'm not running marathons or even running down the driveway. But I'm walking around the house without a walker and driving to nearby stores and of course the library. I'm not super stable yet, but I'm okay.
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It was father's day on Sunday. My husband took me to the city. He had a training and my kids played at cousins while I relaxed at my moms house and went for another MRI.
But father's day had me thinking about my cute farmboy. He slept on the floor when I was in the hospital because he didn't want to leave me. He has picked up all the pieces around here. He's my everything. My best friend and love.