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Handwriting and aphasia

A couple of days ago, I blogged about my new years resolutions. Today, I did my first "handwriting" task. Writing 4 sentences was really tough. I knew it would be. I got stuck on the words "sentences" and "tough."

It is my "handwriting." I have always "printed" rather than using cursive. My 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. White, was not "nice to me" (in my 3rd grade mind) so I rebelled and printed.  

Her only redeeming trait was she drove a 1959 Buick Electra which I loved. But I digress.

The rest of my resolutions are a work in progress. I have not used the treadmill yet. Often, I endure headaches. For about two days, my headaches also caused nausea and lightheadedness. It was too dangerous to try.

Today, of course, I feel better so I am doing too much again. I took my son to school. I changed an outlet in our kitchen. I stained some wood for a project. I installed a lighted outlet cover. I did my chore of handwriting and I am writing my blog.

Earlier in the week, I spent hours changing my emails and passwords. That task was difficult. After my strokes, I had concept of passwords and login information.

From work to personal credentials it was a huge problem. Think of all of the programs you use such as email, Netflix, banking, etc. I have more than 20 services I use.

8 years ago, all of my passwords were stored in my head. My brother had to reconstruct all of my passwords. This week, I changed everything. The difference is I have several copies of my new passwords "just in case something happens."

It all seems so simple yet this has been a tough week because my brain was overwhelmed. Using my treadmill is too much today. And not safe. So I will take my dog for a walk. Baby steps. 8 years.



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