Spending an entire day at the hospital gives you a lot of time to think. All I want to do is not think. I was there supporting someone going through some medical stuff. It felt weird not being the patient. I read cookbooks, listened to my iPad and waited in pain. Sitting is the worst.
As I sat there with not much to look at, I was grateful. Grateful that this procedure was nothing serious. Grateful that it has been two years since I myself have had to have surgery. Grateful that the woman crying in the changing stall was not my mom but still, so very very sad and my heart went out to the family.
Medical stuff is the worst, whether it happens to me or someone I care about. It turns everything upside down. But for us, it is over, for now. At least I hope so.
We had freezing rain this morning and now another Nor'Eastern snowstorm is attacking us. The temperature will hover at freezing, making life here treacherous as usual. Once my husband gets home safe and sound, I will be able to breathe again.
I just want to feel safe people. I want to feel like everything is OK and that leaving the house is not equated with potentially injury and/or disaster.
I will hide in my kitchen and make sticky toffee pudding for the first time. I will leave behind that hospital smell, cleaner with a large dash of fear.
Bring on the sweet stuff...
2 comments:
You've correctly identified that hospital smell!
I hope everything is in the clear and everyone is ok. My thoughts are with you.
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