It's 2:30 in the morning. I'm eating potato chips and drinking coke. I'll probably be up another hour or two. I become nocturnal when I am in the hospital.
Tomorrow (which is actually today) I will sleep until noonish, awakened occasionally when the nurse changes my IV's, or my breakfast of rice crispies is delivered. I might even open an eye to the cleaning lady mopping my room but for the most part I will be out of it. I have even taken nebulized medicine while in slumberland; just put on the mask and breathe deep.
Staying up most of the night and sleeping during the day helps me. I know I'm not missing much at this hour. If I were home I would be asleep. My family is asleep. The pets are asleep, everyone's out.
During the day I am aware of what I am missing. I miss waking up next to my husband. I miss stepping outside to see what the weather is like, wondering what kind of day it's going to be. I miss the sweet faces of my kids. I miss not being able to go to my Uncle's funeral. I miss watching Austin at soccer practice. I miss our pets. I miss the mundane minutia of life.
So I sleep, to make the day go faster.
Tomorrow. I'm so thankful it will come again. Soon I will be home, the end is in sight.
In the meantime I am grateful for chips, soda, facebook, scrabble on line, the telephone, medicine that makes me feel better, email, blogs, good nurses, good doctors, a cool room, a comfortable bed with three pillows and the hypnotic hum of the IV machine.
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Hope you're home and enjoying all the mundane minutia of life!
Tina, you are "some kinda wonderful" as the old pop song goes. Thanks again, for being who you are, and who you are becoming.
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