Lightning Flashes, Thunder Rolls

I experienced an odd phenomenon the other night. It was raining, and the center of the storm was moving towards the house fast. Well sir, that storm shot out a bolt of lightning that hit our backyard somewhere. "Impossible," you say. Well if it hadn't been, it oughtt'a be. The thunder was also visible, but maybe it was just the shock on my eyes from the lightning, but I could just about swear the thunder landed in the middle of the backyard as well and that it was pink. I think I am a victim of my own eyeballs. Later, my dad confirmed that it (the lightning) did strike very close to where we live. Pretty crazy, eh?

Old Friends

Well, Well, Well. Seems like speech therapists know each other after all, no matter how far they are away from each other. An example: I was having my speech evaluation last week, (And I really need it by the way) and somehow I brought up my speech therapist at DRMC in 2006. My new SP was slightly shocked when I told her where it was at, and completely shocked me out of my socks when she asked me whether my therapist was E or V. I answered E, and I responded, "How did you know them?" She replied, "I was a grad student under them." She further queried, "What time were you released from the program?" I answered, " I graduated in July of '06, but I kept up my volunteering job 'till October when we had to move." She responded, "Wow, I came in just after you left."

If that isn't a God-thing, what is? It sure made all of my experiences down here worth while, besides finding the last quarter in my 50-states quarter set. After 12 years of looking, well, the search had finally come to an end, in a Coke machine.

Ahh... It had been a full rich day.

Getting Out

I've been at it for two weeks, now, therapy wise. The first week was swimming once a day, one time per week. This past week has been a little tougher on me seeing that not only did I have aquatic therapy, but "land therapy" as well. That's code for PT, OT, CT, and all the support groups that they offer to patients. I was assigned a case-worker that can keep track of all these activities. Just like at DRMC, I go from event to class, folder in hand 'till lunch. Being a dedicated outpatient building and not linked to a hospital in anyway, it does not have a cafeteria, so patients are encouraged to bring their own lunch. I know not if my mind is playing tricks on me, but I'm finding many similarities between the staff at DRMC and TIRR. Seven months living among some of Denton's finest tends to rub off on you, and I guess you start looking for those traits at other therapy places. I don't know why, maybe it's those people that gave you your start and you just hope to see some of them in others. I already have my first two weeks under my belt, so let's see what the future brings me!

I'M FINALLY GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!

Step By Step

Well, it's about time. Tomorrow, I'm going to go swimming for the first time in three years. Supervised, of course. You see, it's a kind of water therapy that I'll have twice a week with a special seizure therapist in the water with me. I've gained a lot of weight over this time, but I'm not one to cop out where there's cool water involved. You see, heat and humidity are major triggers for my seizures, especially the Tonic-Clonic (Thrashing around uncontrolled, yelling, most of the time unconscious type, otherwise known as a Grand-Mal) Houston is the perfect environment for this!!! Those are the type I would like to avoid. I can handle the rest pretty well. The pool is a whole new land for me (ha, ha) where seizures are concerned. I rushed in last time and paid for it with a Grand Mal. That won't happen this time. Step by step; inch by inch.