Fellas,
I caint tell how many of ya'll had a stoke....beside the ones who dont like grits. :wink: Piper sent me this story bout how music helps the stroke folks git back ta whatever they call normal.
http://wapurl.co.uk/?XFBGM7I
I reckon it dont mean Barry Manilow. I figger hiz songs give folks a stroke, but I bet piper 'n hiz daughter would make ya git well sooner'n later. I bet the Blue Cross detectives wont pay fer it tho. Miz Bear's music iz Joe, Mark, Becky, Steve 'n the rest of the gang on Squawkbox....CNBC. She likes Otis Redding, My Girl, Beatles, Jackson Browne 'n Jim Croce. She dont like Ravi Shankar, saxophones 'er ole Scottish lute tunes.
The rehab hospital in Jackson had a "stroke clinic" where everbody on the floor had a stroke. The first time Miz Bear teared up (she laughed at seein' her head fer the first time) wuz over all them other stroke folks. One had hiz head wired inta a halo. One jest had a dumb look on her face 'n wuz barely movin'. One gal talked loud 'n kinda crazy bout her brain wuz all tore up cuz she wuz drivin' her car, talkin' on her cellularized phone 'n pulled out at the wrong time. Miz Bear felt real bad fer all of 'em, but she wuz mitey grateful she didnt end up like that herownself.
The second time she teared up wuz here Monday evenin'. She called me ta the sofa ta put a few tears on my shoulder fer what she done ta me......yep, she wuz feelin' bad fer messin' up with my good life. She aint the kind ta cry bout herownself. She dragged that walker round the house some yesterday.....wanted ta use her own two legs more. She aint likely ta be usin' that walker much longer. She iz lookin' forward ta therapy this afternoon.....likes all the machines. One of her therapists looks like she uses the machines....mite have some nurse trainin'? There iz a young fella frum St. Mary, Georgia. I reckon that must be across the river frum Folkston?
piper, I thank ya fer that link. Mebbe the rehab folks will give that a try fer all the poor folks who aint likely ta leave any time soon. Miz Bear iz watchin' the price of silver 'n studyin' on the crooked game on the stock market. They did tell us she oughta have some visual challenge, that makes ya use yer mind 'n lookin' at pichurs. Video poker.....I tole 'em that wuz jest like throwin' Brier Rabbit inta the briar patch. :mrgreen:
regards
bearridge
Jack Crabb: Grandfather, I have a white wife.
Old Lodge Skins: You do? That's interesting. Does she cook and does she work hard.
Jack Crabb: Yes, Grandfather.
Old Lodge Skins: That surprises me. Does she show pleasant enthusiasm when you mount her?
Jack Crabb: Well sure, Grandfather.
Old Lodge Skins: That surprises me even more. I tried one of them once, but she didn't show any enthusiasm at all.
