Thursday, April 16 2015.....moving.

So I am staying at my new apartment now. Trying to get as much as I can moved over to make life bearable for the time being. Life can really be a pain. 

I have been waiting for 4 months for a pair of sun glasses. I don't know why it is taking so long to get them done. I went to the patient advocates at the VA to get some help. All I know it has been a fiasco. 

I went to the eye doctor so they can check my vision again. I guess having a stroke on the left side of the brain can cause all kinds of problems with the right side of your body.   I guess driving is out of the question for me. My right side of my eyes miss a lot. The further something is to my right the more difficult it is to see. I have learned to compensate by scanning or moving my eyes quickly. During my eye exam I had the difficulty of keeping my eyes still and only using my peripheral vision. On the left side I can see amazing. My right side is not quiet as well.  

I really can't believe how tired I have been lately. But I have been doing more than I have for a while. 

I went to the bank today. Not a bad trip but very interesting. I have decided I need to have a bright shirt. I bought a orange shirt so that if I go again I can be seen easily. 

I had quite a trip to the bank. I may be thinking to much. While I was going to the bank I was looking at things.  I like this area.  Some of the people lack much to be desired. 

Once I said jokingly that I heard Cartman from South Park singing "in the ghetto" every time I drove past a Wal-Mart. I have mellowed since then. As I was on my way to the bank I thought I might get hit by a few different cars. There were also some very nice people that gave me the right of way and they didn't have to. I had this thought go through my head that this is such a ghetto. Not the original German term but the more modern connotation. The thought came to mind that "You can take the person out of the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of the person."  I don't know if you would call that cynical or not, but I would like to think I don't draw as nearly a hard line as I used to. But there are those people that do give this and most every area a bad name. I remember in the area where my mother and her husband are staying there was some graffiti that kept appearing. Most people would say that it is a very nice, more desirable area to stay. They would be right. I am not sure what to think. My personal jury is still out. 

I have come to a conclusion that I need to try to write before I act. I can think more clearly and I don't jump to rash decisions. I thought the days of jumping the gun were behind me.  I guess not. I can make decisions that are less than wise with the best of them. I have always thought of myself as more clever than average. Maybe I am, but probably not. 

Am I the same person that I was before my stroke?  Yeah. But at the same time I am so different I can scare myself. If you want to know more, maybe I will tell you.