Evening. The sun has set, I think. The day has faded away, and I haven't really paid attention. The twins left this morning en route to the airport and the next chapter of their life. I, who have been on a rollercoaster month of rocky infections, antibiotics and hospital admissions, feel jet lagged. Woozy with tiredness, I want to sleep for days without hours. But keeping time with the clock, they say, is important.
September is here. I had a birthday. My mother travelled to Vancouver to be with her two brothers at a wedding, and returned.
I had two PICC lines inserted and two PICC lines removed. Today was the removal of the second. My arm doesn't feel free yet. Still weighted with the memory of discomfort, it will take a while for the entry point wound to feel healed.
Other things will happen this month and the next. But until then I am going to crawl away and hibernate. Until then, here is a picture of me in Ellie's penguin hat, sitting, tube-free in the hospital Jubilee Garden...
1 comments:
Always lovely to see you, dear Shaista. I must say you and your mother look like sisters, both so radiantly beautiful. Rest, rest, rest, hibernate as long as you need to. It has been a hard summer. Let's look forward to the golden and amber colours and beauty of September. I wish you a month completely free of hospitals. I hope your birthday was lovely and that you were celebrated as you so deserve to be. Blessings to you, my friend.
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