We are back from Vegas. We've been back since Friday night around 9:30. I've been too pooped out. So has hubs. He finally admitted defeat with this stroke thing hanging over his every move. The trip kicked his ass. And mine, but I've been dealing with health issues longer than he has, so I kinda know my limits and how to plan, etc. It's hard to see him grappling with the fact he isn't able to just jump up and go back to life as he's always known it. He continues to have double vision, and now more than 3 weeks post-stroke, it looks like it might be the thing that lingers for him. He has never been good with dates and numbers, but he's worse now. He had a hearing this morning--he kept mixing up dates, etc. when we were running through the case yesterday, so much so, that I dressed for court too, and was his paralegal this morning. Fortunately, both parties agreed to continue because hubs doesn't have a full set of discovery (all the police documents and text transcripts that the other side possesses, but hubs doesn't yet have).
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