Gods that was an awful experience. I'm still dealing with the after effects of the stroke (that's what we're calling it) but i'm already about 80% healed. I'm sure it's this last 20% that will be the bitch. John is killing himself trying to balance the dogs, work, me and more work and it's killing him. I feel so bad but I can't even go up and down stairs without help so walking the dogs is out of the question.
The reason i'm home so early is that i nearly had another heart attack while under the "care" of Manor Care and had to be rushed to the hospital. While there I insisted they re-evaluate me and they decided I could go home with out-patient therapy. Being home is stressful in it's own way but I can deal with all that.
Tomorrow It's back to more frequent posting and the tale of my very first date.
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