Wednesday, January 25, 2012

high maintenance

My sister-in-law, Elizabeth, recently commented that I have maintained my appearance just as I tried to do before the stroke.  She works at a stroke clinic in Kansas City and said this is not always the case with stroke survivors.  Appearance has always been important to me and it is still part of my recovery it is my responsibility to know how and when to schedule appointments for nails, face, hair, etc.
It’s the little things like not having jagged edged finger nails and always painted toe nails.  I go to a shop with Vietnamese ladies down the street.  They have a sixth sense and seem to know how to be very gentle.  My left hand is usually curled up so they have to stretch my fingers out while trying to file, clip and paint.  Pedicures are not really enjoyable as they used to be.  My left foot is so sensitive that I can hardly bare being touched.  The ladies figure out how to adapt  and make me want to come back.  Their service removes the burden from my caregiver who really doesn’t want to do this for me.  I schedule monthly facials to maintain clean skin. I made a promise to a former hairdresser 30 years ago that I would never go grey so the cut and color I have every nine weeks is an imperative. 
I recognize that all of the above constitutes high maintenance.  I justify that just because I’m sidelined from the general walk of life does not mean I’m sidelined from appearance.

Monday, January 16, 2012

No good answers

Yesterday I published a blog with a link to an article about brain injury.  I also wrote a commentary on some of the excerpts in the article.  However, I immediately erased this blog post because I was concerned it was too harsh and might cause hurt feelings.  Upon further contemplation I decided to repost what I erased because I think it is important for the blogs to “keep it real.”
Every once in a while an article is published that absolutely hits home or “nails” what you are experiencing.
Such is the case with a January 9, 2012 article in The New York Times titled:   When Injuries to the Brain tear at Hearts by Sarah Wheaton.
Here is the link to the article but please also allow me to highlight some key excerpts and commentary

Excerpt #1: “Until recently, there had been little evidence-based research on how to rebuild marriages after such a tragedy. Indeed, doctors frequently warn uninjured spouses that the marriage may well be over, that the personality changes that can result from brain injury may do irreparable harm to the relationship.”
Bob and I face this every day.   We know we love each other but we don’t know if our marriage can survive. we do know we are profoundly different people and for me this is both physical and mental. I had to come to recognize the harsh reality of this and consequences that accompany these realities. 
Excerpt #2:” Contrary to conventional wisdom, many relationships do survive after a spouse suffers a brain injury. Some studies find divorce rates well below the national average among these couples. A 2007 investigation found that the divorce rate was around 17 percent in couples followed for as long as 90 months after a spouse sustained a brain injury.
That is not to say these couples are always happy.”
This excerpt hit home because at first I was just happy to be alive and 2-3 years into it I wanted a whole lot more.  I would say we have pretty major ups and downs and highs and lows.  We communicate lot and try to focus on the positive, e.g., revel in the things we can do.  We try to look forward as the psychologist suggests. 
Therapists suggest you look forward, do not look back at all.”   Try and recreate a relationship.  You might ask:  What about therapy?  Traditionally we are not big believers in therapy but we broke this and sought help. However, brain injury caregiver/caregivee issues are unchartered waters for therapists.  Most people don’t survive my type of stroke.  We generally felt we educated the therapist more than us getting anything out of it.
Excerpt #3:  “Guilt is the tie binding many people to a dependent stranger inhabiting their spouse’s body after a brain injury, Dr. Kreutzer said. But guilt is not unique to the caregiver who might fantasize about getting away. Studies show that few of the injured can work and that about half suffer from major depression; many feel inadequate because of their inability to provide financial and emotional support.”
Bob made a vow to take care of me and he has done this admirably for over 5 years; However, I don’t like the idea that there is no exit strategy for Bob being a caregiver.  Bob feels guilty on a daily basis because I cannot do the same things he does like work outside, exercise, and bicycle. Travel, etc.  My guilt stems from not being able to contribute financially, physically, or emotionally as I did in the past.
The counterpoint to all this is we love each other; enjoy each other’s company.  The bottom line is we both lost our respective best friend.  I have no good answer on what to do.
In conclusion, my goal with each blog is to provide help to stroke survivors and try to do it with a little humor.  I tried to meet the first goal today but unfortunately I can’t find any humor.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

No good answers

No good answers
Thank goodness for good writers and the thenewspaper that publishe good writing.
Every once in a while an article is published that absolutely its home or “nails” what you are experiencing. Such is the case with a January 9, 2012 article in The New York Times titled:   When Injuries to the Brain Tear at Hearts by Sarah Wheaton.

Here is the link to the entire article

The counterpoint to all this is: we still love each other; we enjoy each other’s company. The bottom line is we both lost our respective best friend but I have no good answer on what to do.  I don’t know there is an answer other than respect each other, be gentle with our feelings.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

cooking one-handed in a two-handed world

Blog:   Cooking is a hobby of mine so I’m very grateful to still be able to do it despite the stroke.
My sister Rebecca made the recipe below over the holidays and last night I tried it for Bob.  This will sound simple and f trite but when I can conduct all activities around a meal by myself (with the exception of driving to the store), it is very rewarding. E.G., plan, shop for groceries, prepare and cleanup.
Bob said he enjoyed the meal particularly since he didn’t have to help. Afterwards I called my sister to update on my ability to make without any assistance.  We discussed that I should publish a cookbook of one-handed recipes; unfortunately, not a bestseller candidate. 
BAKED CHICKEN
You can substitute yogurt for the sour cream.
4 f chicken breasts
1/4 cup Dijon-style mustard
3/4 cup sour cream
3/4 cup seasoned bread crumbs* (*mix 1/2 cup bread or cracker crumbs with 2 tablespoons finely chopped parsley, 1/4 teaspoon thyme, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and 1/4 teaspoon pepper)
2 to 3 tablespoons melted butter

Remove skin from chicken; coat each piece lightly with mustard. Put sour cream in a bowl and dip each piece in it, coat the chicken well. Dip chicken in bread crumbs and place without touching each other on the baking sheet. In a 375 degree oven bake for 20 minutes, then drip melted butter over each piece and return to oven for 25 more minutes or until golden brown and

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Post Holiday

What I love about the Christmas holidays, and this will sound corny, is the act of giving. I treasure the process of deciding and implementing gift-giving. Other reasons I love the holidays include:
Traffic is lighter,
Holiday spirit is in the air everywhere and people are friendlier,
Decorating our home,
Baking – bake things you don’t ordinarily cook like fruit cake- I made 6 this year – a record,
Wear sparkly clothes and accessories and have fun,
And, most importantly, time to celebrate with friends & family a great year that we're leaving behind and hope for a beautiful new year.
We spent Christmas Eve in Houston at Bob’s brothers’ house.  Bob’s sister-in-law traditionally cooks a 5-star restaurant quality dinner and her home is so lovely that it wouldn’t be Christmas without spending time with them. After Christmas I spent time with my parents and siblings.  I have 5 sisters and one brother and 14 nieces and nephews.  We are so many so we are rarely all together which makes  the time I get to spend with them is very special. Since I missed Thanksgiving with my parents this year I coaxed my mother into making her famous dressing for Christmas. The next day Bob picked me up and we drove to Galveston to conduct a dry run visit to Bob’s brother’s place.  Bob has a terrible allergy to cedar so last year we vowed to spend December and January in Galveston to avoid the discomfort of cedar allergy.  The dry run was designed to see if I could manage the terrain on the property.  I was successful – but barely.  Bob had to help me quite a bit but all this is just really good PT.  My mantra:  get out of your comfort zone when you have the opportunity.  Galveston certainly provides for this.  The terrain is dense grass, steps, dirt paths and, rocky roads. My holiday highlight:  being at my parent’s house after Christmas and a revolving door of family and friends coming over particularly my glamorous niece from LA and her mother, my brother and several others.
My holiday low light: The absence of my mother-in-law on Christmas Eve due to illness.
We had a very quiet but lovely New Year’s Eve:  beer at local pub, star gazing in hot tub, bed by 9:30.  I vowed to “step it up” with everything I do:  job search, exercise, PT, No more being a pansy!
Previously my blog posts have been proofed by my husband… Not anymore! It’s time I put my big girl panties on and show the world what brain injury really means, including imperfections and typos. 





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