I did not make it to Boston, I had a stroke instead. Minimum of six to eight weeks of intense PT.

I have asked my husband to Dictate this. I have facial paralysis. I have right limb mobility issues. I’m not good, but I’m getting better.

The stroke was bad but could have been worse. Realistically, the next six to eight weeks is just the beginning of months long road to recovery. I’m likely going to take both short and long term disability, for obvious reasons. The kids are fine and the family is fine. I have a great support system locally and more widely and I am lucky to have these individuals take such good care of me.

Intellectually, it’s all up there (In my head). It is just difficult to get it out. Again I don’t want you to worry. But strokes on a scale of 1-10 is an 8.9 of Shittlestix this sucks….and sucks BAD because having to micromanage my husband typing this right now makes me want to scream into the abyss of WTF!

Move information will be relayed as it becomes available. In the meantime I just wanted to let you all know what was going on. Pretty long journey ahead.

This is an amalgamation of intellectually disjointed writing styles and my husband sucks as a Secretary and I keep repeating what in the freshest of fresh hells is he writing because that is not what I am dictating even though I am drooling and internally screaming at the top of my lungs - WTFINGF!

Be patient, I’m trying to get better. I do not need money, I am not doing a go fund me and do not need cards or gifts. If you want to learn more about a stroke, go to : stroke, or donate to the American Stroke Association.

My Instagram account is on hiatus.

Be well, strokey Filey.