Freedom! At last, all the hospital patrol has left to resume their lives and I get to start mine over again – on my own terms. It was pure heaven last night when I got to return to my big ole bed. I’d forgotten how tall it is and that it can give you nose bleeds if you jump up too fast.
I had to get a step ladder to get up there but when I sank into my down comforter, the sheer joy of sinking into that pillow top softness whispered “home again” and brought joyful tears to my eyes.
Home after sleeping for two weeks in something that felt like a baby bed – locked in on four sides and equipped with mechanical things that began moving while you were holding on for dear life!
There’s no one here to tell me to do this, don’t do that until I want to scream. I can finally clean off my kitchen cabinets of pills, tissues, sick room stuff and containers of left overs.
First order of business – get up the Christmas trees. I probably won’t be stringing the lights outside in typical honky tonky fashion this year, so inside will be especially gaudy! Have yourself a tacky little Christmas this year or whatever floats yer boat.
For sure, I’ll never take for granted again the bliss of possessing the independence to made my own decisions. If I choose to chew tobacco and spit it on the rug, I’ll do it without reservation (but thankfully I’m not feeling so inclined today.)