Have you ever felt that you were wearing the wrong shoes? Maybe you felt you had the right shoes on but would prefer to be in a pair of fancy brand new ones from Macy’s. Maybe you know someone you admire and want to be in their shoes? How about the patent leather shoes of a child shiny and never worn? Do you want me to go on with handbags or other pieces of clothing from head to socks? Then I could go on with shoes or paws of another breed of humanity! In other words, have you ever wished that you could put on a pair of shoes and run away from yourself? I’m sure you know.
I’m back visiting the man in the moon. He gives me great comfort because he does not question how I’m feeling. He also does not tell me how I’m looking. “You look well.” This is what most people say when they see me. Sitting with the man in the moon provides me with the knowledge that yes, I probably look well on the outside but I’m hurting so bad on the inside.
Where have I been these last few weeks? I will give you three guesses.
I’ve been in the hospital. Someone has won the prize? I don’t know the exact count but it’s been a few.
Yes, I’ve been in the hospital yet again. I don’t know how many times I’ve been there. I’m home now. I have a series of doctor visits to deal with because I still haven’t had my catheterization. I may have it done in the next week. Yipee. To be able to breathe again.
I’m so happy to be home amongst my things and my dogs. This is rehab. I had to ask David to put them in their cages. I can’t sleep with them running loose.
I was blessed with a great medical team at Robert Wood Johnson Hospital. They were remarkable and worked hard to keep me well and to keep me busy so that I wasn’t sitting there staring at anything.