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The Longest Stroke-Dementia Road To Somewhere Journal
January 3, 2019 Thursday — “The Attacker Lost it’s Sting”
Today was no real difference from all the other days. Most of our days resembled or mirrored each other succinctly. Having caught up with my work and the rush is off makes for the beginning of a relaxing day. Prior to this, I felt as if I was running a marathon or traveling on the New York subway. Thank God I’ve reached my station and exited the subway. Now, onto the meat and potatoes of what I need to do.
Arrived home from the gym, worked leisurely as I gazed upon the meat and potato to turn all my efforts into a success in the making. Connected with a few collaborative associates of similar interest. Their response proved my efforts were beneficial to me and a few others.
By now, Mother was ready to get up and it was fine because I had accomplished most of my priority task. Lesser tasks would be completed over the course of the day intermittently as I dealt with Mother.
Mother awoke pretty pleasant as I greeted her about her night. She replied, “my night was good!” We proceeded to prepare for our morning ritual. This time we skipped our therapy session because she had two therapy sessions scheduled, one with a physical therapy and the other with a speech therapy.
