A Plan For Thursday

Sleep never returned to me during the night. There were a few scuffles between Hal The Cat and his brother Jax The Cat over who would sleep next to me, and honestly that didn’t help me much. Hal The Cat eventually won the battle, but I was spent from the exhaustion involved.

Instead of worrying about things, I decided to focus my energies on making up a shopping list for later this morning since there is a trip to the pharmacy as well that we’ll have to make. I want to get ingredients for omelettes as well as a few drinks while we’re at the store/pharmacy.

I also found a nice gift that I hope Hal will like for next week. I can never make up for the gift of life he gave me by telling the hospital to take the necessary steps to save my life almost two weeks ago. I have to do something, and I hope it is a great surprise to him and that he likes it.

Perhaps while we’re out, we’ll drive by the new apartment we’ll move to in March. Hal can get out and have a look around the place. We had decided to move from this place even before my last health scare, and I can’t wait. I know that we’ll be happy wherever we live, and the new place appeals to both of us.

Once that round of necessary errands is over, I predict a quiet rest of the day spent here at home. I will focus my energy on recovery and preventing another health problem as best I can.


I finally made it home late Wednesday afternoon with Hal. The discharge from the hospital in Richmond took far too long, practically all day. Then we had to wait for the Uber driver to show up in the pouring rain.

The ride home was harrowing to say the least. From my seat in the back row of the SUV I couldn’t see the road ahead, in fact I could barely see the tail lights of the vehicles around us. I really wished I had been a little drunk for the ride home at that point. Our driver added to the discomfort by having one of the heaviest lead feet I have ever seen.

The important thing is that Hal and I made it home safely. I was able to rest after getting home, although I quickly discovered that I was nowhere near as strong as I wanted to believe I was. An unsuccessful attempt at a shower proved that to me in no uncertain terms. In less than 10 minutes I abandoned the attempted shower, dried myself off with help from Hal, and was soon on the couch wrapped in thick blankets to rest and recover.

I made some necessary phone calls and then decided that it was time for me to go to sleep. Hal The Cat and Hal the person went to lay down with me, and we were soon joined by Jax The Cat and Stevie Nicks. I fell asleep surrounded by my family, as happy as I could possibly be, feeling safe from everything else in the world. I woke up several hours later to find the wound in my chest had weeped/drained a little water from the attempted shower earlier in the evening.

I talked with Hal for a long time. I thanked him for saving my life, and for being with me for almost 21 years. We discussed recovery plans and how to pace things to make them work out better for me, rather than trying to rush back too quickly.

We have preliminary plans for both Thursday and Friday, but they’re subject to change at any time. I have a few more phone calls to make over the next two days as well.

I’m so glad to be home again. I can deal with the weeping around the bandage on my chest/side as long as I can be at home. There is some residual shortness of breath due to the wound from surgery, but nothing really that uncomfortable that debilitating to me either.

I’m still awake in the middle of the night here, approximately 0240 and unable to sleep right now. Things will gradually get back to normal, but I need time for that to happen. Hal The Cat is still with me, curled tightly up against my chest and it feels wonderful to me. Whether I manage to get some sleep or not, I have to say that I’m happy with things. I’m happy to finally be home again.