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The dark sleek heads are risen from the water
Home from six days in hospital with a plan designed not to land me back there any time soon, I have been passed into the care of Dr. Hestia, who is already carrying out her duties with enthusiastic ministrations of purr. I have washed my hair for the first time in a week. I have eaten food prepared by my family. I napped like a stone in the late afternoon, which I will have needed since my regimen for the foreseeable involves a schedule of medications I cannot let slide even when some of them require me to be awake at hours I have preferred my entire life to spend unconscious. My calendar is inevitably full of further maintenance, but I am truly looking forward to an increase in conversations that have nothing to do with the monitoring of my vitals. Mostly I am marrow-tired and vague with new chemistry and glad to be home in my own clothes and drinking water I don't have to ring anyone to bring me in bed. I was not expecting and delight in the gift of a plush harpy eagle that arrived while I was away.
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I was glad to see in comments that your time-critical sleep-disturbing medication schedule does not involve any more needles.
I think of you a lot. *hugs*
P.
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Thank you! Hestia spent much of the afternoon in the back of my office chair, quietly present as cats are with one another.
I was glad to see in comments that your time-critical sleep-disturbing medication schedule does not involve any more needles.
I don't even have a problem with needles, but there were so many of them and I was on so much blood thinner. I'm not sure what I look like I lost a fight with. Some kind of mutant lamprey?
I think of you a lot.
I think of you, too. I hope you and yours are holding.
*hugs*
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Plum Creek?
Very glad you're home.
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The leeches I've had were smaller!
Very glad you're home.
Thank you. So am I.