Two weeks

Today is the two-week anniversary of my release from the hospital. I still remember that afternoon and the long trip home from Richmond in an Uber. I was so exhausted that I wasn’t sure I would make it all the way home, but I did.

I was never so glad to walk through the apartment door on that rainy afternoon. I barely made it to the chair before I practically collapsed. All I wanted to do was sleep, but at the same time, I tried to enjoy finally being home again. My mind was also exhausted from everything I had experienced.

Honestly, the first two days were a blur. I was trying to relax and sleep while at the same time, I was trying to begin my recovery. Hal quickly took charge of my recovery and set up some strict rules for me. I was not to try anything without getting his approval first. I felt like I was treated like a child, but then I realized that I was weaker than a child at the time.

It was at least four days after coming home that I was finally strong enough to take a full shower without being afraid of fainting from standing for several minutes. Honestly, I felt weak taking my shower today because of vertigo, which I still experience from time to time. I have to pace myself deliberately so I won’t move too rapidly, which causes dizziness.

I am celebrating two weeks at home. I did want to go back to the hospital again.

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