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I dream of walking…Literally
When I sleep I walk. run and jump. So amazing! Then I wake up and…
I actually think I can walk, but I cannot. It looks so easy, but I need a walker
I call it my, “New adventure.”
The dreams are so real. I look forward to sleeping. Running and jumping is the bomb!
I will walk again, but I watch people and it looks so easy.
If they are three years old or 83 years old, I am a little jealous.
My writing has become an obsession which means sitting a lot is in the equation, hence my strength and balance are taking a hit.
This is what life is after a stroke. My $743 a month from the government is cool, but no extras. $743 for the house, water, power, car well everything.
Pizza commercials piss me off. So I buy a frozen pizza which pisses me off even more. Cardboard with a sprinkle of cheese and some garlic.
So I write to be out of the government check but for every dollar I make on Medium, the government takes 50 cents.
We all struggle, but they make it hard to escape the system.
It is what it is.
My ex-husband was an ironworker. He retired. The ironworker had sent me some mail saying I needed to sign something because I…
