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Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. |
Monday, August 29, 1999 Home Sweet Home [Written late on the 31st.] The day after I sent out the e-mail in the previous entry turned out to be the first day in which I began feeling like myself again. My overall health and energy and such got much better as the days went on, so I finally returned to my apartment this afternoon. Well. My apartment was something of a wreck. Before leaving it over two weeks earlier, I'd ransacked it for stuff I needed for the wedding, and then my brother stopped by the following week to pick up some of my clothes and tea, which added to the overall chaos. For that matter, while the family home in Far Rockaway has central air conditioning, my apartment decidedly does not, so it was hot and humid. Did I care? You must be kidding. My mood improved several notches, as I happily set about getting everything back in order. It's so good to be back home, on my own turf, in my very own apartment.
Oh, I suppose I ought to mention here that I now have a TV and VCR. They'd belonged to the brother who just got married, who won't be wanting them anymore, as he and his wife have decided that they don't want a TV in their home. So he passed them on to me, as I actually wouldn't mind seeing a bit of this "popular culture" I keep reading about. Of course, with all the programs out there, what am I most looking forward to watching? Sesame Street. I blame Jette.
Finally... the following is excerpted from an e-mail I sent out "tomorrow," modified slightly to keep it from being too anachronistic.
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Things have gotten rather better since my last message, at least as it
regards myself. In fact, the preceding message was written at the end of
what turned out to be my last fairly bad day; I started feeling like
myself again the next day, and am actually doing pretty well now; very
slight ache in my right arm, somewhat blurry vision in my left eye (about
which more anon), but, to look at me, you'd probably never guess I'd been
in an auto accident two weeks earlier. Emotionally, I've clearly got some work ahead of me. So far, I still haven't felt much for the most part, barring one night last week when I veered into Stage 2 (or whatever number it officially has): Anger, where I stayed for most of the following day before running out of steam. I expect I'll be in and out of the other various stages as time goes on. (How clinical can I get? Yeesh... a little knowledge IS a dangerous thing. But you know what I mean, I think.) As for my eye... I went to see my usual eye doctor on Sunday, and it seems to be fine; no permanent damage or anything. The cornea is very slightly irritated, due to the irregular pressure of my still-somewhat- swollen eyelid, but there's nothing to be done about that, and it's not really a problem. Add the fact that I'm putting in lubrication every few hours that's about half Vaseline, and it's pretty understandable that my vision's a bit blurry. The only place it's been causing me a little trouble has been in crossing the streets, where I really can't rely on my peripheral vision. But I'm basically being careful, and it's been okay. As for my mother... she had a pretty high fever over the weekend, but it broke. And she apparently moved her leg a bit. Not voluntarily, but it's still a Good Sign. Assuming the fever stays away, she should be ready to leave the hospital and enter rehab in New Jersey in a couple of days, as I understand it. In short, she's improving, slowly but surely. But slowly. But surely.
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