Dailies

2 months later, walking out

Just in case people wanted to know how I’m getting around these days. This is me on my discharge day, walking out of Helen Hayes.

It’s a quiet Monday morning, and I’m sitting at our kitchen island with a cup of tea and my morning meds. My crutches are sitting on the chair next to me; outside, the first workers are climbing the scaffolding on the cathedral to work on putting bright new copper plating on the roof peak. [...]

In December, John bought me three bottles of Listerine when I couldn’t swallow anything and the only taste in my mouth was evaporated saliva. Of the three, it was the “Natural Citrus” flavor that appealed to me most, so whoever was at my bedside would periodically take a green-sponge-on-a-stick swab and, like New York’s [...]

Went out on daypasses both Saturday and Sunday. Learned some things, realized some things. In no particular order:

While walking with crutches on the streets of New York, I noticed people looking at me. Some glanced away, some didn’t. I mentioned to Kate that I felt as if people were looking at me, [...]