There have been times in the last few days when pain and fever levels were utterly ridiculous, but I am still home and feeling cheerful again. The icy trees in the garden look as though they belong in the Long Winter of C.S. Lewis's Narnia novels, and the windchimes outside the kitchen window look fetching as they sway back and forth against a background of icicles.
Apparently it is going to take several days to bounce back from the recent health and hospital doings, but my medical team worked their magic, and I am on my way. I will simply have to cultivate trust, do as I am told and wait to feel better (could do without another episode like this last one though). I still have no interest in food, and my morning latte tastes peculiar so I just hold the cuppa (er mugga), inhale its fragrance and remember how it used to taste.
A dear friend once mused that there are times in life when all one can do is hang on to the grass to keep from falling off, out of life and sanity altogether. In this case, we will have to substitute snow for grass - there is so much snow around here that it may be June before we see grass again.
Thank so much for your kind thoughts and notes and healing energies.They held me up and kept me going, and they are treasured. I cherish every single word.