The night was short, and the morning came fast. I really wanted to go back to sleep, but I had appointments for PT, OT, and speech therapy. All for evaluations that needed to be done. The bus was late so I missed the PT evaluation but made the OT and speech. I’d been doing them all through YouTube videos and thought I’d made excellent progress on my own only to find out that I needed more. Twelve weeks on Tuesdays and Thursdays of all three to help me get back to where I was or at least some part of it.
Talking with the OT specialist made me realize how much I’ve adapted my life to this stroke, like I had a choice. Take for instance my fur baby, Faith. The specialist recommended that I get rid of Faith because of her power and strength. With tears in my eyes I replied, “Over my dead body.” We went on to discuss this and she quickly realized how important Faith is to my well being, how important she is to my overall health and what she means to me. While talking with the Occupational Therapist I soon began to realize that I was adapting my life around my circumstances just like being homeless. People experiencing homelessness find places to call home, ways to keep warm in winter and cool in summer without the use of electricity or conventional sources. I’ve found a way to be productive with the current abilities I have. We as humans adapt and evolve with the changing conditions or we die. Man and women have been evolving for years whether we want to or not, but there comes a time when we aren’t able to make those changes and that’s when homelessness begins.
I’ve discovered that while I resist change on a very high level it’s something that has to be done in order for my survival. I can do this and will do what needs to be done in order to keep moving forward. Forward to new surroundings, forward to new experiences and forward to a new way of life. Moving backwards just isn’t an option.
Jun 02 2019
Jun 02 2019