Day 280 Catching Up

September 15, 2015
(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)

Six days in a hospital is a long time in today’s world. It seems that hospitals usually want to push you out before the last stitch has been finished. No matter how good the hospital is and how nice the nurses and techs are, it’s still not home. I think the constant intercom announcements, the all-through-the-night vital readings, the pain and the general feeling of helplessness build up over the days. Although the nurses did their best to get to know David and to preserve his dignity, it’s unavoidable that patients wind up feeling less than human. I think some staff, as well as one other patient, will remember him for a while because, even in his discomfort, David attempted to entertain. 

Today David came home. I tried to avoid the bumpy streets but there’s no way to have a smooth ride in the streets of Baltimore. He didn’t complain because he was on his way home. The first thing he did when we walked into the house was to go into the bedroom, request some good music and then take a two hour nap. I’ve fixed up a comfortable chair and tv tray and re-angled the television screen. He’s sleeping again. I think he has a lot of catching up to do with sleep. Rarely does my husband go to bed before 9 p.m. I will be glad to reach to his spot tomorrow morning and find him there.

My gift today is having David back home.

> Day 281 I Tear to Pieces

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