From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.Marcus Aurelius
Roman emperor 121-180
The feeders on the deck are full of bird seed that spills out when the sparrows descend and pick their way through to the good seed. The cardinals, finches, blue jays and tufted titmouse let the sparrows have their way, like a gang for protection money.
I have some starter seed for some thoughts about recent events:
I have a slight stroke, basically called a TIA — transient ischemic attack. My literature that I carried home from the hospital says “an ischemic stroke is the sudden DEATH of brain tissue” (my emphasis), right there on Page 1. I have 15 pages of tips and pointers on occupational therapy, speech therapy, and physical therapy; nutrition change, lifestyle changes, and other changes. But there is that sentence.
The doctor tried to get at my stroke in the brain … via my groin … not going there with much …
The doctor attempted to snag the stroke via repeated stabs at the scar. He got most of it. Imagine: Stroke the Dragon is pinholed inside Castle Brain. There are several avenues and channels that reach the dragon, and the doctor tries each way.
In my visual field — my left eye — I have a wide band of gray cloud over about 20 percent. It’s predominant. I see that image every sight in sigh. If I stare at it for a bit, I can make out lines of distinction. It’s like you drew a circle over and over again. Until it pulls together this blip or cloud. I don’t know if it made a difference, but if I … it’s like scarring the scene or the Dragon battle.
These are my current thoughts as convalesce.