Day # 4

Day #4 in the hospital.  My room is my cocoon, here it is dark, cool and comforting.  Outside I hear the muffled hustle and bustle of the staff.  Every once in a while I hear a bed alarm going off from down the hall.  "She'll be coming round the mountain" bursts out.  Seems odd that they play that song for a patient who is not allowed out of bed.

There is a bowl of grapes beside me.  The antibiotics gives me a metallic taste in my mouth.  I eat out of necessity not out of want.  Soon I will get out of bed and do my exercise routine.  I use coke cans as weights for my upper body strength.  I use resistant bands for lower body.  Then I will walk, round and round and round the floor.

I am reminded that walking is really all I need to do in life.  I don't have to run.  Life is not a race to be won. I can set my own pace,  one foot in front of the other, one step at a time.