I stumble a lot and bump into walls a lot. I’m incredibly used to it. My mom comes over to my apartment a lot. I’m used to stumbling and bumping into walls in front of her. When I socialize and hang out with people is when I’m reminded of how utterly embarrassing this is. Now, I’m probably going to make this seem a whole hell of a lot worse than it actually is. I do that with absolutely everything. It’s really bad to me in my head so I make it seem really bad on my blog. But I guess it’s not. There’s a reason everyone tells me not to be self-conscious in front of new people and that I look great. I really hope they’re not just blowing smoke up my ass. The other night for Halloween my neighbors came over and I made a bunch of hot cider. Two of these neighbors I’ve never told about the stroke and I didn’t tell Thursday night. These are the first people who I’ve met in nearly 3 years that I didn’t immediately tell what happened to me and why my speech is a tad bit weird. I didn’t say anything Thursday night. I wonder what they think.
My other neighbor who is a good friend and knows about the stroke was over a little bit early. We were talking about my going back to work and she said “Why couldn’t you be a PT?” Uhhh. My answer to her was about walking, that I couldn’t guard someone while teaching them to walk. But there’s a lot more that I can’t do right now. Doing what I did anyway. To be an outpatient orthopedic therapist, even to diagnose something you have to do a lot of hands on stuff. I can’t do that right now. But I could be a neuro PT, if someone else could do the guarding while walking, I could do that, hmmmm.