Learning Another Life
“But I didn't come home to my old life, just like that. I'm having to learn a new way to live, yet again.”
24 days.
That's how long I was in the hospital this time.
I only went outside two or three times during that whole period. I learned the rhythms of the hospitals and how to live my life by them.
I lost some weight. Let's be honest. They work miracles in hospitals. But the food? It's terrible.
Laurie brought in take-out, but it always seemed like it hurt the feelings of the people who delivered the hospital meals.
I learned which nurses could give injections painlessly, and which ones couldn't.
All in all, I learned and lived another life.
Now I'm home.
But I didn't come home to my old life, just like that. I'm having to learn a new way to live, yet again.
What's the easiest route with the walker? Which chairs are high enough to get in and out of with relative ease? Taking a shower has become an intricate and exhausting ballet.
But don't get me wrong.
No matter how difficult my new life at home may become, there's no place I'd rather be.
7:13 AM ET | 03- 3-2008 | permalink

