A cure for the hiccups


I stumbled upon a hiccup cure the other day. It feels odd, but it works. So much so that I can almost guarantee that you will never have more than 1 hiccup again. If you can breathe, you can do it. It doesn’t take athletic prowess or a great intellect. All you have to do is steer into it by breathing in while the first hiccup occurs. It may feel counterintuitive, but it works. Since my stroke, I’ve been getting bad bouts of hiccups after every meal, some of which lasting for hours. Until the other day, when, while yawning I hiccuped. I felt the breath travel quickly lower than ever before. I didn’t have another one til the next day after breakfast. It took until the 4th hiccup that I remembered, then on the 5th time I inhaled and that fixed it. I’ve used the same technique for every apres meal bout. Try it for yourself and let me know how it works out.

Who’s the lucky one?


Luke Perry 52, dead from a massive stroke.

Over the past few days, I’ve been following the story of Luke Perry and the massive stroke he suffered . His death was announced less than an hour ago. The first word that came out of my mouth was, “lucky “. Why is he the lucky one? I hear you ask. Well from my perspective, anyone who has a massive stroke and dies within days is lucky. Lucky not to have to wake up in pain every day. Lucky not to have to be fed from a tube for more than a month. Lucky not to have to learn to swallow again as spittle drools uncontrollaby from the affected side of his mouth. Lucky not to have to have 2 nurses change his diaper multiple times a day. Lucky not to have to try desperately to move a muscle, any muscle with no response for months. Lucky not to have to spend years learning to walk again. It’s been almost 4 years and I still have to use a quad cane and calling what I do walking is still rather generous. My stroke took from me all of the things in life that I took pleasure in. I used to walk to anywhere I needed to go. I used to dance, when I say this I mean from the age of 4, I took classes in ballet, then later also tap and jazz dance classes. My entire life there has been dance. If you’ve been following this blog, you can know that for the past year or so I’ve found that the stroke still has new ways of affecting me via 6 aneurysms currently growing in my brain which have been caused vision problems, making my love of reading almost impossible, and updating this blog a much lengthier and frustrating process. I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy what I’ve been dealing with since my stroke occurred in August of 2015. Let alone what my husband and parents have had to deal with. It takes a great deal of inner strength to go through what I’ve been through and if you are not strong enough to live through it you are better off dead.