I’m too tired to blog, to weak to think straight, but I’m home.
- I’m exhausted, covered in adhesive from various body monitors, IV’s & ports.
- Every breath I take, even when I’m just sitting, feels ragged and shaky.
- I’m weak as a kitten, but nowhere near as adorable.
- I’m home, I’m up at 5, sitting in my chair. That is enough.
- I’m drinking tea, watching an excellent BBC drama, with a glass of water at my side. That is MORE than ENOUGH.