Category: Art

I got moved. The company I used was incredible!

My friends were incredible!

I’m still unpacking but what a breath of fresh air to be here, and not there.

In the hallways are many live plants and artwork. If I decide not to cook that’s OK, they serve 3 meals a day downstairs. Despite this being independent living with no medical care given, we are offered 3 meals and a snack.

Behind me is some of my tea collection and a few of my plants. I’ll visit the beautiful indoor community areas for reading and tea from time to time.

Van Gogh is doing well. There’s much more for him to do here. I can walk him more.

I’m where I’m supposed to be. I love that.

Faith Magdalene

anything that can go wrong will.

The dog is doing well.

Adjectives were used, many adjectives were used to increase the negative impact of my words and emotions as I fought with the hook and yarn. I looked more like a chimpanzee playing the drums than I did an artisan.

Yes, adjectives and then breathing. I took a time out to breath and get myself in order. These times are different. My brain functions differently after a stroke. I learn through a cloud, a thick cloud.

I have poor eye sight and poor hand eye coordination making crochet rather difficult. But just like before the stroke, I can do the first row all day but I can’t turn. Ridiculousness!

I want to learn certain art forms I can do even if I’m indisposed physically or visually.

Pup Pup is down for the count. He had to go to the dentist for extractions so he’s an unhappy camper right now. Poor guy.

My caregiver won an award for being an outstanding employee. I got a nod for being the client which is significant because others couldn’t work with me but she walked in and nailed it! No call offs. Comes to work on time every day!

Deep breath. There’s much more to do.

With hope

Faith Magdalene

I was given the name of the particular type of stalking I continue to experience.

It’s a rough road bc some people don’t understand what they can’t readily see. There are many with power in my life who do believe it: Dr D, CICOA, my care company, my CNA. There are also elders at the Hall that believe me.

I’m working on moving OUT! with Van Gogh to at two bedroom apartment. Why a two bedroom? Well, I have to tell you something. I’m stage 3 kidney disease now. If kidney Dialysis is necessary my hope is to learn how to do it at the hospital, come home and do it with my aide with the dedication second bedroom.

Here’s funny face at the dentist. He’s so adorable. Hard to believe he was only 5 months ago, a street dog.

Faith

It’s difficult to believe the word of a person with paranoia but it shouldn’t always be the case. Please keep in mind that the world is a weird place and a violent one. It doesn’t leave people exempt from problems.

Doctots get sick. Lawyers go to prison. Prostitutes get raped. Paranoid people get prayed upon. We are not exempt because of our diagnosis.

What’s happening to me is real and unbearable. I need help.

Mason Jacob Austin III aka Jake is the new fur baby.

He’s about 8 yrs old. He’s a terrier mix. Quiet, reserved, so far I mean. I’m happy he’s here. I’m happy he gets on my lap well as we return from the restroom.

The 333 rule is being applied to him and me. I have to get used to the change. Mostly friends are supportive. Doctors are supportive, especially Dr D.

Getting him to walk beside the wheelchair was simple. He’s smart as a whip. Getting through doors is a nightmare especially the turn. However, I remember when a different wheelchair user first got a dog. He went through the same trouble, publicly, trying to find a way to train the dog and not look like a person in a chair who’s in over their head and won’t work their way out. Like my neighbor and his dog , Jake and I will be ok.

I’m so prideful. Afraid of failing but sure I wont. I’m a newish wheelchair user with her first dog. My how the world keeps changing. I’m here for it!

Tails. Art. Tea. Happy.