"Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas, ease after warre...."
- The Faerie Queene, Edmund Spenser
… and playing with my son after a long stay in the hospital.
There’s something magical about returning home to the ones you love.
I was three weeks in the hospital – though I was unconscious the first ten days in ICU. The last five days I was in a private isolation room getting over the pneumonia I contracted for having been on a ventilator for so long – it’s what happens in hospitals. During that time I was also building up my strength and learning to walk with a specially cut shoe for my left foot and crutches – since the super-deluxe, advanced technology ICU bed’s devices for keeping my limbs from being in the same position for too long actually created a blister the size and shape of a computer mouse on the bottom of my left foot. I am not, by the way, exaggerating the size of the blister – not one of the hundred doctors and nurses I saw said they had ever seen anything like it.
I was discharged this afternoon and got home around 5 pm. A couple of hours at home and the hospital feels months away: the magic of returning home. Port after stormie seas….
Thanks again to everyone that has reached out for the kind thoughts. There are side effects from the meds I’ll be on over the next year that may become noticeable – so nobody be too surprised. However, I consider this episode over and don’t really expect to go into it again. My plan is to go back to posting silly things and pictures of Nico… and, of course, heckling my brother on Facebook. 
