Friday dawned brilliant and warm. No need for a fire yesterday. Instead, I made Di’s bed early in the morning, and I used my wonderful new iron to iron her pillowcases. I should have got this iron long ago. My old one leaked. It looks so nice to see the pillows looking clean and fresh on the bed. And then I did some gardening before coming inside to shower and get ready for our walk with our friends.
Our walk was extraordinary. These are ideal temperatures right now. I hate heat, so walking on these fine, fine days is heavenly. After our walk, I went into the village to pick up some homey for the syrup of the Baclava tart I’m making for Di’s visit. It is the most delicious dessert! The syrup is heavenly.
We had lunch when we got home, and then I made the tart in advance of my session with Dr. Shoja. I feel slightly overwhelmed by having Dr. S. in my life and Jess. It feels like too much therapy to me. As each day passes, I’m losing my interest in speech therapy, but I’m not of a mind to quit. I want to talk to Dr. S. and Jess about going forward. I wrote a long email to Jess about my fears and objectives.
My session with Dr. S. was disturbing. It is brutally hard for me to speak, and when I speak, I must use words that I can say—and I don’t know what those words are until I try to say them. This is so fucking weird, I’m telling you, having a Twilight Zone speech problem. And trying to speak brings on more seizures. It was hard but it was revealing and I feel it was an important session.
I wrote so much more, but I’m sick, you’re sick, of the subject of my brain and my speech. This morning I tossed a long bit about my session.
Today may bring showers. Fat chance, I say! It’s been such a dry Winter and Fall, I have my doubts but lots of home. It’s cloudy this morning, which is good, because I should be watering, but I’ll hold off to see how things go. Besides, Sheba goes to the groomer this morning, so I must walk her early. And Di comes late in the morning, fresh off a root canal.
I’m so looking forward to her visit, and yesterday Dwight said he is going to come visit. And he’s checking in every second day. What an amazing friend!















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