Two weeks had passed since my hospital visit and I still didn’t feel like I was back to my old self. I was beginning to realize that I probably never would. This was my new normal. Walks outside got shorter and shorter. The pain medication was taken more frequently and I felt like I slept more than I was awake. According to my Mother’s timeline of illness I probably had a month left, if that. I remember when she used to sleep her days away. The end grew near not long after that. Saddened at the thought, I tried to put it in the back of my mind and just kept hoping that things would be different with me. Bo had been working all week, and finally leaving me alone. He keeps insisting on getting me a nurse to sit with me during the day, but I haven’t been ready to take that step yet. I could still get out of bed, and until I couldn’t, I didn’t want a hired babysitter. Lately Bo has been tiptoeing around me like I was as fragile as a fresh egg. He takes extra care when he touches me, and only lightly kisses me at bedtime.
