Visitors

I remember when I first came home from the hospital, there was a litany of people coming to help.  I know I am so blessed with family and friends; I think it was months before I was alone. 

My dear friend William came to stay, I love him – we get very silly when were together.  Well at one point during his stay I was trying to make a tart or a quiche.  I can’t remember which.  In any event, I ruined the crust two or three times (not sure what I was thinking taking on such a task!).  William kept suggesting what I could do with the ruined crust.  It was so ridiculous. I finally said, “Dude, you have to let go of the crust!”.  

The next day I came to terms with my mind being so different.  William was just being William, here I was thinking he was being a bit obsessive about the crust when really, I would usually be right there with him!  Ticking off suggestion after suggestion, serious or not: “Why don’t we put it in eggs, make a crust omelet.”  “How about we use this for pavers out back.”

So, after 2.5 years post-stroke, I’ve had a few visitors.  But today is the first time I’m preparing for it.  Being more aware that it’s not the guest who’s being weird, obsessive, or off the beam.  It’s me trying to relate to them with a new brain.  

It’s hard sometimes.