I am soooooooooooooooo. Oh I don't know!
Everything was going so very well in the hospital! I felt "weller and weller" as Ann says.
The doctor's and nurses and housekeeping, food service, lions and tigers and bears: I was in Oz, man, not Clovis; I was feeling good too, not like this: click, click, click. Take me back! "There is no place like hospital, no place like hospital..."
But I was really sick.
But I started feeling so much better.
And everyone was cooperating.
No one made me feel like a loser.
People seemed to care about me, there took good care of me and I was getting better;
things were working out and working well, and I was treated well because they themselves were on the same yellow brick road and they were happy there: everyone perfectly cast for the role they would play...
and then "halt all Happiness Hospital Hannah!
Oh...wait: I get it.
The day I got home is when it all gets scary: flying monkey's, witches, messed up prescriptions, wasted trips, painfully taken in search of the stuff that helps me breath and such.
Long story short: I got a real tase of how good it can be to have the all participants work in balance, cooperation and harmony---
Even myself: heretofore the straw that breaks the backs of doctor's, nurses and every man woman or child in the kingdom.
Even myself, ( the Needy) was as essential to the going round of the dance as every other dancer: even the Kramer's amongst us: http://youtu.be/k13j8mm4Gk8
I was Hospital Hannah, so calm, so strong;
So what went wrong?
Is all lost?
Was I really getting well and is there hope for more wellness on the way? Or ?
I would click my heels again, but my ankles are so swollen; The ruby shoes no longer fit. I feel kind of sick.
Ya'll ever feel like this?