A Caged Kajun

Here I set ten months after having my stroke...in a half built house with no exit ramp and a large hurricane hole in the roof...and nothing I can do about any of it!

To say I am depressed; does not begin to convey my feelings (How d'you like that lib word?)

I have always been a restless person who must be doing something during my waking moments. I have read over 60 books in the last 10 months (most, I had read before).

Many of my 7 children won't come to see me...three called to wish me Happy Fathers day. I went to Oklahoma last week and got to spend a few minutes with two of my daughters and their offspring.

I bought a new van two weeks ago...I have not even been allowed to sit in the drivers seat of it or the old Malibu since my stroke. I am only allowed outside the house to get in the passenger seat of a car...no other time. Sold my Weapon Of Grass Destruction.

My doctor refuses to sign a prescription for me to get a power wheelchair. He says: "with a little therapy, I would be able to walk just fine". He seems to forget that I have been unable to walk without a walking stick in my left hand since 1999. Now, I can't use the left hand to hold the stick.

Another of his patients has been in therapy for three years; she can now walk 3 or 4 steps. I can walk about 30 feet, but I can't pick up or carry anything.

Rant off!