More blood drawn today, more procedures planned, but nothing negative, in fact, a steady, building sense of returning, crossing back from where I spent the first two plus months of 2010 to where I inhabited before then. Not quite there yet; as Dr. G. said yesterday in as insightful a comment to describe the current condition as I've heard or had myself, "Anyone looking at you on the street would think you're normal, but you know you're not normal yet." Yet. But getting there.
Today I was in an elevator at St. Luke's Roosevelt, and recognized from some precinct of my brain, the clergyman who had come to visit me at least once while I was a patient. I think it was in the few days between emerging from the ICU Rip Van Winkle state and moving to Mt. Sinai for rehab, but I can't pin that down. All I know is that it was him and I remember liking him. Then he got off and went on his way. I'm guessing it will be my last glimpse of him.
One effect is still have is I usually can't remember if I've said things, written them, or just thought them. So repetition may leap up here.
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1 comment:
Next time you are back at the hospital, ask the nurses for your guardian angel's name and number, then call him. He will be thrilled to know you are better and that his prayers worked. I bet you will like him more when you are conscious!
As for repeating yourself -- go right ahead. We're all happy to see you up and blogging again.
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