When I returned home, and the doctors told me all was well with my health, I really began to think illness was behind me, at least for a time. And then I fell over on my way to the bathroom. This explains the bandages on my arm, the bruise over my eye and the pain in my shoulder. And as much as I am grateful for surviving this last ordeal, the notion of being safe and well is faraway now. No sooner did I recover from a debilitating cold than I fell. The doctors now tell me that I must remain completely immobile until I regain my strength.
Illness is always upsetting but with this, the illness of old age, comes a very slow, a very gradual sense of the inevitability of one's eventual departure. Not that I have any grounds to complain. God has been good to me and it would be churlish to preempt the end.
The numerous medicines that can be seen piled beside my bed -- well, some of them are painkillers, some of them are supplements, some have a slight sedative quality. These latter make it even more difficult to leave the house for even a brief time.
In the next few weeks there will hopefully be a gradual improvement in my general state of health. Smiling at this point is a little too trying for me, but since so many of my admirably loyal friends have repeatedly inquired about my tendency not to smile I will never stop trying. When I begin to move my arm that will be reason enough, anyway.
When I returned home, and the doctors told me all was well with my health, I really began to think illness was behind me, at least for a time. And then I fell over on my way to the bathroom. This explains the bandages on my arm, the bruise over my eye and the pain in my shoulder. And as much as I am grateful for surviving this last ordeal, the notion of being safe and well is faraway now. No sooner did I recover from a debilitating cold than I fell. The doctors now tell me that I must remain completely immobile until I regain my strength.
