retropig's Journal

Okay, so I totally suck at the whole gettting in shape thing.  I do so good for a few weeks and then, it's like one excuse after another not to do it.  Get real, the exercise equipment is right in the other room.  How lame can you get??? 

I'm good on the no smoking.  I admit to taking a drag or two of a friends smoke a week or so ago.  I just found out that I really don''t like it any more.  I was pleased.  The smoke wasn't great.  The after taste was HORRIBLE.  I've been quit for 112 days; Cigarettes not smoked: 3366; Life saved: 25 days;  Money saved: $589.18.  I guess it's a done deal.  That's cool.

I think I have discovered that reading triggers my seizures.  Not a little reading, but when I push it.  I have been reading short stories trying to increase my short term memory.  (I used to love reading but since I got hit, can't hold a train of thought long enough to really enjoy it. and if I can't finish it in one day, I forget everything I have read by the next day.)   Anyhow, the other day, I pushed it and read more stroes than normal.  Not on purpose, I was really enjoying the reading and the last stories was longer than I anticipated.  So, that night, I had an aweful cluster of seizures that left me messed up well into the next day.  When I started thinking about it, I believe that has been an issue in the past.  I guess I will have to pay more attention to that. 

Hubby made a comment the other day about my having to find a job once Jazzy goes starts school in a few months.  I would love to, but I have thought about ti for a few days and I really don't know what he has in mind.  I think I will take the test to be a substitute teacher as there are three schools within "moped" distance.  Then I could pick what days I wanted to work and I could control my income so that it didn't effect my disability.  It's the only thing I can come up with off the top of my head.  Between the transportation issue, the way the seizure make me
feel, and the way the meds make me feel.  On good days, those feel like loosy excuses, on bad days, I don't much care how they sound cause I can't get up off the couch anyhow. 

Love & Lemonaide