So I've started my cognitive rehab. She has me showing up twice a week right now and giving me "homework" to keep my mind active at other times...things like thinking of items in a group. Hubby is helping tons by tossing out questions the therapist asked the session at different times during the day, especially ones I had problems with, so I'd have to suddenly activate my mind at random times..eventually I'm hoping it won't take an effort for my neurons to activate.
One of the suggestions the dr had was to keep a journal/calendar..something to refer back to about how my day, week, or however I want to track has gone, I'm not the best blogger/correspondent, but I figure jotting down pertinent things as they come...whether its the end of the night, week, etc...On to the real post for the night:
I've posted before about dreams...most of mine utterly suck, recently haven't been any exception. Last night, my dreams were filled with spiders of all sorts and sizes and mixed with agreeing to go back to my old hotel job--including the worst uniform ever imagined. All of it was covered with webs, spider ick, living spiders (some as big as my foot) and I needed to wade around piles of spider gunk that toward over my head just to find where my old uniform was stored...Disturbing, all of it
In other news, Xan seems to be getting better on the steroids..I'm not seeing as many clumps of fur laying around so I don't think she's pulling it out anymore. I also haven't been seeing her rub up against as many corners to itch her cheeks and ears. Giving her the pills have been..."interesting". Supposedly, they're flavored, but she still doesn't like the dispenser. Thankfully, only a few more day.
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