Running shoes

I had plenty of visitors on Sunday: my mother’s sister came to visit and her brother came from Puebla. My uncle came with my aunt and they brought me some stuff from the Netherlands, where they went to see their new granddaughter Avita. They brought me a pair of boots and some shoes (running shoes) I didn’t even remember I had. Hey, almost two years have gone by.

After the stroke, my apartment was emptied by my ex and my stuff either put away in boxes or given away. That which was put in boxes (mostly clothes) went to my ex’s house, then to a friend’s house, then to my ex boss’ office, and is finally with a cousin of mine who lives in the Netherlands.

It’s strange to think I may no longer have a job. Not that I was super-happy with the job(s) I had, but they allowed me to travel, and I might never do it again. Seriously, it’s hard enough getting an academic job, add to that that I’ve been out of the game for a few years, plus the stroke’s consequences, and there you have it: at my age, getting an academic job is next to impossible.

Running shoes… I used to run since I was a child. I also wonder if I’ll ever do that again. Right now, with the dizziness it looks unlikely, but it would be a matter of time if that were gone. Before the dizziness hit I was beginning to walk by myself, to walk outside, all steps toward independence.

My two Masters friends also came to see me on Sunday. They brought me some TRX gear, plus installed it, so I can do a bit more exercise and maybe it’ll also help with the dizziness. Or maybe I’ll land on my face.