It has been a while since I have had the mental space to write. It always feels like I am cheating myself out of documentation. When it is stressful or busy is when I really would like to remember what I am going through. The past week I have been helping the children I used to take care of study for their common entrance exams. One of the boys had a bacteria infection in his leg that called for 2 operations and 4 nights in the hospital. The way the bacteria spread there was question of amputation for a brief (but scary) moment.
I am back home now. I feel like I have been gone for years. Sitting on the couch with still another week before my man gets home, the house feels oddly quiet and in need of a good clean. I know how I am going to be filling my time and I am hoping that a good rota of housecleaning will put me back into a place of calm normalcy. There really isn’t anything as abnormal as a twelve year old on morphine.
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