My speech has deteriorated to being as bad as it’s ever been. I’ve always been able to talk at the medical clinic here because I feel so good about everyone there and have had such great, great care from Dr. Majic. But not yesterday; I could only make sounds as I tried to say words.
Repeatedly during the stuttering conference last weekend, renowned experts and other people who stutter said that there is no recovery. It’s got me in a bit of a temporary funk. I say to myself, “It ain’t cancer,” several times a day. That’s how I make myself feel better till this mood passes.
I’ve always thrived in Summers and endured our dark, cold wet season and this season is prime awful. I find I’m much more fluent in warmth and much more prone to challenging symptoms the rest of the year. Sigh.
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Yesterday’s afternoon walk was in sleet. It was 2.5°; there was more rain than snow, but it was sleet. Shizah!
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I had more sushi yesterday and will again today. Yum! Starting tomorrow I’m going to binge on vegetables. This is the season for Brussel Sprouts. More yum! I love my new dietary plan! It’s healthier and more varied. I’ll never go back to baking, except for others. Pasta now is an extra special treat. I haven’t had any for almost two months.
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I’m going to have to change the title of my blog. I’m thinking: Born to Bore, Entrance to Snoozland, or HTMHF (how the mighty have fallen). Something dull and catchy at the same time. You should come here for the pictures.
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I’m off, now, to go for the dog walk and then to do some shopping, then I’ll be on the couch with a book all day. Just like yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that. Etcetera.
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