Each Day
When I realize that one week ago today, I was in ICU, what difference each day makes.
It no longer feels like I am going to pull apart when I get up in the morning. I am able to get myself going to be mobile round the house. I do go to bed about nine each evening. When there is no longer any spot that is comfortable, lying flat feels like an oasis.
During the three months I was recovering from the stroke, each day there were new horizons to face and challenge through them. I had energy. That was then.
Right now I see much that I would have been on like a flea on a dog. Not right now. By the time I am ready for the day getting dressed and breakfasted, I am ready for a nap and nap I do.
I was hungry this noon and I got what I was hungry for . . . a Kid’s Happy Meal. Go figure.
Yes, I like each new day.