Clues

Today at work my bossandI started working on a project I began months before my stroke, I was working on building a training passport for the store, The interesting about doing this I was looking at things I wrote down and worked on months ago, when my state of mind was much different, at time s it seems like I was leaving clues for myself littered across the store, which is surreal,sometimes it seems like a different person was doing all of that stuff, I feel so removed from who I was. It felt good to get back to this project becuse it requires that I use a part of my brain that I havent in awhile, the analytical, manager-y part, the part I like to use, it's so wonderful to pick up where I left off and to work on this with my boss like there's ni difference, it makes me feel that I'm not so dofferent from who I was after all. Also, I had lunch with some amazing women, my co-worker, a cancer survivor, who is probably the nicest person I've met in a long time, we understand each other, so it is nice to be with somone who has had an equally trandformative life experience and my frind, Sara and her daughters, I look up to Sara so much her kindness and easy going ness is a breath of fresh air and her daughters are freaking awesome, so smart and kind and open at this poit I've been working on piecing together my time in the ICU so I grill everyone for any information they can give me, because quite often it doesjog my memory. Also, my OT from my time in rehab, Erica, stopped by to see me, I missed her when I went back to visit, it was wonder ful to see her, she was the therapist I worked with the most and it was wonderful to see how happy shewas to see how well I am doing, it was quite reassuring to know my progress can make someone that ecstatic  and I think the biggest difference in me Erica saw is the fact thst I think I am starting to act like myself again, I not lost in the haze of the stroke anymore. It's strange to think that all of these people who have played such an important role in my life barely know who I am outside of strok-ey me. bu I think the light is starting to come back along with the spink and dorkiness!