I can move my right hand, today. Been over a week of not being able to. Expect I’ll lose function again, here, soon enough. Along with my right arm & right leg. But today. I could move it. Had control over it. All day. Not just for seconds. I suppose I should be grateful for those days where I have even seconds or minutes/moments. Instead of all day, all night, all week, all month. But? I’m not. As I don’t know why this is happening. 14 months of IDFK. So I’m trying to take the wins, when & where, I find them.
Today? I could do this. So? I did.
Sometimes I truly think this life is a dream, and real life is that I’ve been flung from a wreck, or fallen off a cliff, or washed up on a rocky shore… and am lying on rocks drifting in and out of consciousness.