The Anonymous Widower

Aren’t Brains Wonderful!

For the first time, since I had my stroke in Hong Kong, I’ve switched back to the way I used to live my life twenty years ago.

I’ve gone back to wearing short-sleeved shirts, with a jumper over the top if it’s chilly.  For years I wore a simple windcheater type jacket with a large pocket, but no-one makes one now.  If I needed to carry more, then I carried by Dunhill briefcase loosely in my left hand.

It’s as though my brain has switched back and put me into this lifestyle that works for me.

It’s so practical. For example, I don’t use a dish-washer, as the previous tenants gave it a good fucking and I do the job so much better. So I just take off the jumper and get started.

I just went to get my newspaper.  Coming back, if I’m not reading the front page, I fold it up and hold it in my left hand.

All I need to do, is get my eyesight and left hand working correctly and I’m a new man.

The eyesight is pretty good now and I can even take my glasses off, whilst watching films and sporting events. But as my eyes get less dry from the better weather, they seem to be improving.

As to my left hand, it seems to work very well, but its measurement of temperature is bad.  I’m still typing mostly one-handed, but then it was always thus!

I notice too, when I put on a shirt, it isn’t the left hand that’s a problem, it’s the right. It could be just down to dry skin. I know for instance, that my nails aren’t back to their best.  Incidentally, whilst living in Suffolk after the stroke in 2010, by the autumn they were tip-top. So let’s put their state down to the cold and very dry weather of the last few months.

But I think my brain and its superb memory will pull me through. Although last night, I got annoyed when I couldn’t remember the name of the Adiran Lyne film, when Glenn Close boiled the bunny. But we have the Internet to solve those problems. It was, of course, Ben Hur! I can remember vividly sitting with Adrian Lyne by a pool in the South of France, watching our respective wives swimming.

One memory that thinks, I’m on the right track, is that my nails taste and feel exactly the same, as when I was a child, when I was a terrible nail-biter. I have this great desire, which I’m resisting, to bite them again.

I just don’t think I’m in any way unique, it’s just that I let my brain do its best!

April 25, 2013 - Posted by AnonW | Health, World | Brain