(not necessarily in that order)
As we returned home from the hospital this afternoon, I had to do a quick reality check on timing, asking Ramesha: “Was it really one week ago today that we drove home from Palo Alto?”
The answer was YES, and that’s what is so surreal…that I spent three nights of the one week since we got back from Europe in the hospital.
To be honest, I feel like I’ve been living my own crazy Alice in Wonderland adventure.
Last night and all day long we were so sure I would be discharged today. Imagine my disappointment when I learned (at 6:00pm) that I would be staying one more night.
I love my little mug with “You got this” on it, so I’m hanging onto that as my mantra tonight. “I got this. I got this. I got this.”
And yeah, the grammar’s not correct, but it has more power this way.
I’m surrounded by people who love me and are praying for me from all over the world.
I’m so grateful for the friends who see the highest in me even when I’m not seeing it so clearly myself.
So, yeah. I got this!
Well! Was I totally off base or what?!?
Turns out I couldn’t nip things in the bud because they weren’t little things. Nope, these are big things — as in pneumonia and atrial fibrillation and electrolytes all out of whack.
Bottom line? Instead of it being the day to feel completely normal again, I get to spend a couple of nights in the hospital!
I keep thinking I’ve nipped whatever “it” is in the bud. But nooooo.
I’m hopeful that tomorrow will be The Day when I finally feel completely normal again.
Today was the total rest day that I couldn’t do on Friday because of my physical therapy appointment.
I sat outside in the sun. Took multiple naps. Did some reading. Tested negative for COVID (we like to make sure after traveling internationally before we sing with the whole group).
Now I’m gearing up for the big project of washing the dishes — oohhh! 😂
Yep, our first full day at home completely wiped me out.
I was slow this morning but got it together to drive to a physical therapy appointment in the afternoon. A friend went with me so we could catch up with each other on the way, as well as visit over coffee afterwards.
Then Ramesha and I watched a few short shows and now I literally can’t keep my eyes open. And it’s only just past 9:00pm!
How do you know you’re flying Swiss Airlines?
You get “Good flight” and “Welcome” messages in all four official Swiss languages (German, French, Italian, and Romansh).
Of course, right now I’m simply grateful to be safe and sound at home…in any language!
I barely slept on the plane, which was actually a good thing because now I can hardly keep my eyes open at the ridiculously early time of 8:45pm.
No chance of not sleeping tonight!
And tomorrow — casa. Ahhh…
I wish we were seeing this kind of view while we’re in Rome, but the truth of the matter is that when we arrived by train from Assisi it was already completely dark. And it will be completely dark when we leave for the airport at 6:30 in the morning.
I don’t even know how many years it’s been since we spent an appreciable amount of time in this uniquely beautiful city, but I can feel that it’s been way too long.