Nin

Wednesday in 2026:Life After The Stroke

Revised: 03/26/2026 2:22 p.m.

  • March 25, 2026, 5 a.m.
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I am in a mmoooood. I just need to stay away from people. I think it’s because I didn’t have coffee this morning. I ran out of creamer yesterday and forgot to stop and get some.
Great, a brand new addiction. Yay, me! So glad I gave up cigarettes so I could replace them with coffee and vapes. That’s so healthy.
So, while looking cute as hell yesterday in my heals, I did fall. Granted it was at my house. I went home at 10, per usual. As I was leaving, I must of stepped in a hole in the yard. Luckily I was at the gate and I had that to hold on to. That didnt help me from falling down, though, just slowed it. My ankle rolled and I looked like a stripper sliding down the pole. Except my pole was a chain link gate. It was sort of but ok until the middle of the night last night. I was finally sleeping when I was woke with a stabbing pain in my ankle. Now it’s just hella sore.
The new girl asked me this morning if I was limping. I told her I was always limping lately.
Well it’s true.
It seems Josh has my therapist for Physical Therapy. Great, now I get to her all about her and the “correct” way to do things. I’ve only been with her since November, but go ahead and imprint your vast knowledge on me since you have known her for a day.
Im ready for him to leave. Is this what it will be like when it moves back full time? I miss my friend.
I haven’t been to one bowling night since he got here. I feel forgotten. I guess now is just a good a time as any to start doing things on my own.
I know I sound like a spoiled brat and I am but shit, y’all. I go from having her always around to nothing.
Pfffft, whatever.
Then there’s Jen. She wanted to hang out so bad last weekend and I heard nothing. Should I have not called her out on her bullshit? She didn’t like that at all.
Haha.
Whatever.


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