I told her what to write “What IS Great About Being In The Hospital“.
I don’t remember the whole thing, but I do remember that one of the things on my list was “gravy”.
Bless their hearts.
There was gravy on everything.
That was the first thing thing I was pushed to “write”.
It was hard.
To put the words together.
To make sentences that msde sense.
To know why I KNEW it was funny, but I was supposed to make others think it was funny too.
Part of me wanted to just give up.
This was TOO hard.
Some parts have gotten easier with time.
In some respects the writing is just as hard as it was that day in the hospital.
It’s the words that feel trapped inside because I have such limitations.
How sad that it isn’t their ability to walk or use both hands that cause my heart to hurt the most.