three long, long days; of bedpans and iv drips and electrocardiograms; of potassium chloride and activated charcoal and sugar-free milo; of needles and swabs and blood pressure monitors. in the hospital i felt so safe and cared for, yet so alone. “how are you feeling?” they’d ask. i wouldn’t meet their eyes. i’d say, “i don’t know.”
it’s over, and i’m home, but i know that this is just the beginning.
i have a long! way! to! go!
and i will take each day as it comes.
a face in the crowd 