Went to the doctor again today ... have probably seen him more in the last 6 moths, than in the preceding 15 years. He gave me a renewal on my sleep meds (which are finally working) and tended to think that my speech progress is more me, than it is the drugs. I do notice that I seem to talk better in the evening time, and I know that the half-life of Ativan is somewhere around 20 hours - so I put two and two together and declare that they must be related. My speech has, however, progressed to the point where people think I have some strange foreign accent ... I can live with that. The bike riding has progressed to the point where an 11km route I've worked out is now pretty easy for me to do. Time to ramp it up a notch.
"Semi-retired" life takes some getting used to. I get really down when the "todo" list is "sit on couch". Need to find something to occupy my day while this recuperation project continues. I'm not yet strong enough to manage a full (or even part-time) job.
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