Book of Hours
collage book - 1992
e. schoettler
Jim and I are still in the teeny tiny hospital room this morning but it no longer feels like a sweat lodge. When I woke at 4 am I asked the nurse to call maintenance again. This was the third time. A familiar technician came in " still having trouble?". He turned down the heat. What a relief as the room gradually cooled. I feel like a different person. Such intense dry heat leaves you feeling drugged - stupified.
There is a good chance that Jim will be discharged today. We have our fingers crossed. We are ready to pack and get out of Dodge.
Maybe if I start clicking my heels like Dorothy we'll be home for supper.
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