day 3 of practically living in the hospital.
i am tired.
home doesn’t feel like home. probably because everything’s already packed for the move. the hospital is home now, because that’s where my heart is.
it hurts every evening when i have to leave my husband and come back home.
will try looking for a way to stay overnight tomorrow.
and ask the neighbour to feed the cats while i’m gone.
i’m not enjoying the evening’s at all but the daytime is alright when i get to take care of my husband and see him happy. i hate the look on his face as i’m saying bye. so unexcited with the idea of spending the night (and having to get everything done) on his own.
i hate hospitals.
i shall rise to the challenge as i always do though. i’m keeping the house as sorted as i can. wake up, prepare all food stuff and head off. get back, wash everything and set aside things for the next morning’s food preparation. not much time is spent at home.
i hope the kittens aren’t missing us too much while we’re gone. i’d hate to lose them on top of everything else too.
i’m processing all of this reasonably well for the amount of time i have to myself to think and just breathe.
the aircon in sunmed is not doing my nose any good. but there’s hardly a choice, is there?
i’m waiting for the storm to pass. because i will make it through. we will still be standing, to enjoy the beauty that comes after. to enjoy the rest of life together.
i miss you ah ma. i can still hear your voice when i shut the rest of the noise out and just think of you. i hope i never forget what you sound like.
i’m speechless. i haven’t gotten to processing everything yet. i don’t know what these emotions are just yet.
i love you.