A road trip from Georgia to New York was going splendid, dare I say, wonderful — catching up with old friends and family — when it took an unforeseen and slightly less desirable turn: I got admitted with a small bowel obstruction. Thanks to truly excellent care from a community hospital, I am home and now subjected to endless computer questions from my father that has me briefly contemplating readmission …
It was two years ago. It was a rough morning and I felt defeated. I stood by the next patient’s doorway. I couldn’t see myself, but I knew my own appearance: head down, a look of resignation, shoulders slumped. I knocked on the patient’s door and entered. “Good morning!” I said to the patient. I felt my energy levels depleting in the effort to remain upbeat and enthused. The tank …
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