Papa was discharged today and none of us were prepared for it. He is still so weak but we are on the right path of treatment, it seems. But there is a recent development that we have to watch out for. I am scared. But fear and exhaustion or not, this is what we will be going through in the years to come.
I had not bathed all day, was exhausted, and had a rough and tumble situation with the hospital staff. But...there were special pockets of sweetness. Really nice auto-guy and shopkeeper in Chembur, an hour of really deep prayer, getting a nurse to come and help us out with a few things at home, and a really sweet conversation with a friend. He came over and we had Diet Coke in wine glasses, lit a candle for no apparent reason other than the fact that I was broke and he was tired and I was explained the features of various mutual funds, I warmed up dinner for myself in a pan - and while that in and of itself is not a big deal, given the level of fatigue, I think I did well.
Looking back at just today, I recognize that Life...in its innocent ways, did want me to make it through. Now we'll see about tomorrow.
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