Waiting

Time is no one’s friend. We get a limited supply, sometimes with a wake-up call.

I learned that the hard way in an ambulance the other day. No time to debate which hospital to be sent to, just get to the ER stat.

When I arrived, I was rushed in and frankly the rest is not in my memory. I left the ER and recuperated for a few days. Home now. 

But what I got was a clearer self-perspective. Me time.

Mine until the end of time. My time. 

My lifestyle changes will evolve as I grow stronger and learn new habits. There’s a lot of waiting in a hospital and no way to get any meaningful sleep–being poked, prodded, measured, visited–multiple times during the day (just when I am trying to make up for lost sleep from the night before) or all night, hence no sleep. I understand why they want to check on me, but I do not have to like it. Bed rest ≠ sleep. A vicious cycle. 

A really wonderful thing they do in this particular hospital is play Brahms’ Lullaby every time a baby is born on the PA system; One day 7 times! The babies enter human measured time and we enjoy the piped in music we get for just a few seconds. Parents get them for a lifetime. The babies get their parents for a limited time. Another cycle of time.

I went home, yes! and that brings on a new time chapter in my life. Time is now more on my side than it was before this episode started, new meds, in effect keeping me up to par.

Wait, that’s not good enough! I want to exceed par. In my own time.

I exhort you to join me as we all continue to exceed par as we share time here.

I am amazing-er now, medically speaking, on top of my usual use of this word. Are you?