From the moment I had this confounded stroke, the thing above -- whatever it's called -- has been with me. It was at the hospital with me. It has given me laughs when I didn't feel like laughing.
I call it Hymie. Which rhymes with Why me. But I have gotten much stronger. This isn't nearly as significant as rape or murder or kids starving in Africa or many other things.
But it is real, at least.