Monthly Archives: September 2013

OK, maybe I’m exaggerating a little. It just feels a sack of cement up there on my neck. That was the second thing I noticed when I woke up from my post-stroke coma. (The first thing was: I said, ‘Who…? … Continue reading →

I don’t think I could answer that question very clearly even if I could speak – imagine what a lousy job I did describing it since I can’t. Communication for any couple is important, and not being able to talk … Continue reading →

There’s this one saying I kinda like, I don’t know exactly how it goes so I’m going to butcher it but here’s the gist of it: ‘Every poker game has a sucker, a mark. If you sit down to play … Continue reading →

Luckily for me, I got diagnosed with severe sleep apnea after my stroke. So you know what that means: every night when I get ready for bed Jen has to strap a catcher’s mask with a 400 psi air hose … Continue reading →

My neurologist is also a professor down at Wash U.’s Med. School. I think she teaches 2nd year students. In 2007, she asked Jen and I if we would want to come down and participate in one of the sessions … Continue reading →

(sniff) Thank you, Jen. That was very well put together and superbly poignant. (What am I, a movie critic?!) Anyway, back to the usual pointless drivel. Like I mentioned, I’ve been on vacation, kind of a guy’s weekend, with my … Continue reading →