Day 51, AYAT - Still no fevers. It was great! No horrible crippling pain with chills and painful burning eyes. I was doing well, making small steps towards progress. This was the day that I ventured out of my room. I had asked them to put me in a wheelchair and sit me in the beautiful overlook room. The mountains were gorgeous and I ate my breakfast in there. I felt like I was finally going to get out and then she arrived. Dr. R, one of the most elegant, beautiful, tall women (everyone is tall when you are in a wheelchair) I have ever seen graces me with her presence. My head bent back from looking up and I instantly knew who she was. The staff had told me about her and all I could do was stare. The room had been extremely hot so I was barely holding onto my breakfast but I was able to keep it controlled until she left. She informed me that they were going to do the reversal early the following week and to be ready for it. This was the only time I got to see her and I still remember how she was kind and gracious. I know I was fumbling over my words hoping beyond hope that I wouldn’t “share” my breakfast with her and before I knew it, she was gone. I just watched her glide away. The CNA came and helped me back to my room where I “shared” my breakfast with a bag and then climbed into my bed. I worked with PT/OT and was proud of my progress without “sharing” with anyone else. It was a good day.
Today was equally a good day and I managed to make it through it without “sharing” with anyone. I will be traveling to Houston for a very special conference, all planned last minute and I will get to see my best friend and her family in the process. I heard about this opportunity over the weekend and had to make changes at breakneck speed to make it happen. After several phone calls, one stressful customer service person acting like a technical helper, one very frustrated Marie, and finally a very helpful hubby, all of the plans were in order and I was leaving sooner than I originally planned. This is a great opportunity to hear how others in my field have put their art-making skills to good use. I will also get to spend some time at the International Quilt Festival with my mother. It will be a long two weeks but it will be full of events and before I know it, I will be home with my dear husband, animals, and our dream farm. There is no place like home.
