I have been away, hospitalized with gastroenteritis and back with some horror stories of my roommate. She was something else, this woman, who would let out a yell in the middle of the night and wake me up to accuse me of stealing her pen, or her book, or her shoes. I walked softly around her, trying my best to become invisible but she hated that, too.
The hospital staff was sometimes curt with her but it seemed that treatment made no difference.
Home, home again. It’s good to be here.