Last June I had a stroke. Since then I have been figuring out what that meant, or rather, means. I’ve never had a stroke and hadn’t known anyone who had, so I was wasn’t sure how to think about it. During a counseling session my therapist asked if the stroke made me angry, which I didn’t understand. To me the event was just something that happened to me and now I had to recover from it. As time progressed I understood what she meant but I was still working out how to process the event. Part of the process is the issue that I had been referring to the event as “my stroke”. So I’ve decided to name it “Steve” instead. Naming the event makes it real. It provides me a way to think about, deal with, and assign blame.

“My stroke did this!”

“My stroke did that!”

Becomes,

“Steve did this!”

“Steve did that!”

Let’s see how this goes, shall we?

I had to have my iPhone restored because Steve had wiped it. One of the many things I don’t understand about Steve, is that after restoring my iPhone there were still several pictures on my iPhone. I thought “wiped” meant completely erased. That caused me to think that maybe I could recover all of my pictures and data after the iPhone was restored. No such luck. But the pictures a recovered give me something to write about.

I’m glad that the first video was recovered, that was a good day. I the picture of the map projections made me laugh because of course it’s something I still would take a screenshot of. The photo of Joel is fun because he was a great mentor and that was a great class so it was to walk memory lane.

To close this post I should probably inform you that most of this was written with the voice to text feature on my iPhone since Steve has made typing slow (among many other things). Steve is also fatiguing so I’m up way beyond my bedtime at the moment.

Until next time.