Almost 10 months

It's been almost 10 months since this picture was taken. I don't allow a whole lot of pics of me to be taken too often. Just the way I am. In less then three months, I'll be back up in St. Augustine, Florida. The oldest continuously occupied city in North America. I love it there. I hope the weather is cool when I get there. I love cooler weather. Reminds me of Connecticut growing up. Yes, I still tend to hide my left hand in most pictures. I prefer it that way as well. I think I miss the person I used to be more then anything else. Or rather, what that person used to be able to do. I don't know if it will ever come back. I can't believe how quickly the last 10 months have flown by though. I know that I am walking better at least. Don't get me wrong! I still trip over my own feet quite often, and I twist around in a little funky chicken dance or veer to the left-as if I'd been hitting the sauce secretly on the side (hush Mia). I know that I am using the hand a little bit more then I used to, like for opening the frig door & holding cans. It still hurts all the time though. The pain is, inconsequential in the greater scheme of things really. I can't care less about the pain. I just want to tie my own shoes, put my hair up in a ponytail, cut my own food up. Little things like that, people take for granted every day. I know I "feel" the motions that my hand wants to make to do those things. I know that the muscle memory is there. I just can't make the feeling & the memory connect to work in conjunction with one another. It's been 25 months since my stroke. I am glad I am alive. I just wish I was able to do more with this life.