Freedom means responsibilities

Out that door. This is the little discharge cubby (don’t know their term for these numbered cavelike rooms)  where I heard the last wishes from my Doctors. Yes, I will watch both ways, yes I will continue to breathe…and take my pills as directed. Just let me OUT!

 Not at all flattering, but modesty had to go by the wayside while my body was poked, stuck and measured in so many ways by so many others.

Am I well? Well, as much as I can expect for right now. Much much better than last Friday night. So as always, there were trials and errors by the medical team. But I was well treated…up to a point. More on that later.

For now I just want to be back in the reality of my home, my coffee, my machine from which it flows whenever I wish. Freedom!

Responsibilities are hitting me. I’ve been fed, bathed (no kidding) and medicated all by the wishes, whims, or timing of others. Now I had to figure those things out for myself.

After my dear friend picked me up Wednesday afternoon, we drove by the pharmacy to get my new antibiotics. Then to the pizza place where I got a personal pan pizza and chicken Caesar salad to go. Then pull my cart into the house, sit down and eat a slice of pizza. (After all one has to keep up one’s strength.)

Then set up the breathing equipment here at home again…to have oxygen when needed. 

When needed? Is there a bell on me that goes off when I need it? This continues to be a nightmare. I have no idea. Here I am trying to make a decision whether to wear the cannula and carry the portable concentrator (see, I finally learned a term for the thingie) or not.

Trial and error . Mmmm.

It’s 35 degrees outside, and the sun is up. I love seeing the dogwood in full bloom after 5 days away. Maybe I’ll go closer and get more photos. Frost warnings for the next day. Dogwood winter, it happened.

Gratitude to still be able to enjoy the beauties in life. Blooms. Weather. Sun on a mountainside outside my windows. Bird song. The puff of the concentrator by my side proving I’m breathing!

And so grateful for the care which I’ve received.

Thank you to all who have communicated with me. I’ve never looked into the eyes of all of these great supportive bloggers (except a couple who live near Asheville.) But the humanity shared is worldwide. Each day has the gift of your own sharings here, as well as true connections in your comments. I did cut back on my blogging time (aren’t some of you glad for that!) but it was a daily plus when I could look on my iPad and see what was happening in Scotland, Germany, Sweeden, New Zealand, Canada and other US states.  My deepest appreciation for blogger.