tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904685628370887899.post3221675717894867199..comments2023-10-29T08:58:19.390-04:00Comments on The Murphey Saga: Sunday Stroke Survival: If All Else Fails, PuntJ.L. Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11782355786883006411noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904685628370887899.post-2396577644969699062018-03-26T13:14:55.241-04:002018-03-26T13:14:55.241-04:00I don't drink coffee so I'll tske your wor...I don't drink coffee so I'll tske your word for it.J.L. Murpheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11782355786883006411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904685628370887899.post-14888534969474142242018-03-25T10:39:52.418-04:002018-03-25T10:39:52.418-04:00Yes, looking back into the close-past is lots more...Yes, looking back into the close-past is lots more helpful than looking at the long-past. Obviously, pre-stroke, I could do virtually everything I tried. <br /><br />Immediately after the stroke, though, I couldn't even sit on the edge of my bed without falling off. Sitting on the edge of the bed is now an important part of my daily routine, my coffee-drinking pose; every morning I sit there now, I glory in it, grateful that I can hang my legs over the side and drink my coffee, nearly always spill-free. Wonderful way to start every day. Barb Polanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14673025156245739311noreply@blogger.com