Coming Along

Tim is cold all the time, which is ironic, because he's not the cold blooded one is this family. Reading up on it, they say that this is pretty common in the aftermath of a stroke. I kept waking up and finding him gone, getting up to check and finding him sleeping on the couch with the wood stove going full bore. We have an electric blanket, which I love. It's like having a giant heating pad. He doesn't like it on the bed because it makes him too hot. It has been in the closet for the past 4 years.

I dragged it out and got it set up and plugged in. I am hoping the warmth helps him get a good night's sleep. 

Other than that, we had a very encouraging day. He "did his homework", which is what he calls paying the bills. He didn't need (or want) my help. 

We went to Lowe's so that he could pick up some things he needed for a project. He knew exactly what he needed and where the things were at. He took time to look at the clearance tools like he always does. He bought two pair of Kobalt mechanic gloves for less than $4 a pair, recognizing that as a very good deal. 

He wanted a whopper from Burger King.  He didn't have the appetite to finish the burger than he wanted so badly. I could see that he was wearing down.

We had to pick up the balance of his prescription that was partially filled on the way home from the hospital. I wanted to have some Gatorade on hand and we needed a few supplies. I was trying to hurry but Tim can't rush. He made it though. 

He tires easily and when he's tired, his voice is low, but clear, not slurred. His hand shakes, mostly his right, but at times both. But really, his thinking is pretty darned amazing. I watch him and marvel over the fact that just 6 days ago, he knew I was his wife, but couldn't remember my name. 

I really thought our life as I knew it was done, yet here we are. Here we are. 

Houdini loves when I sit down on the floor and talk with him just before bed time. He loves to be petted and rolls all around on the floor next to me, rubbing against my legs. Tonight after many a pet and a skritch, I stopped and sat quietly with my hands folded. He head butted my arms a few times. Finally, he climbed into my lap and rested his head on my hands.