Tomorrow, I got to work for the first time in four weeks. Hard to believe it’s been that long, and yet, it seems like an eternity. We’ve been living outside of the world, in a way, and now that reality is returning, it’s sort of. . . intimidating? On one hand, I’m glad that Kim’s well enough for me to be back at work, but on the other, I worry that she’s going to need me for something. We’ve had issues — boy, have we had issues! — with the wound vac, and while I’m glad Lois, our nurse is coming tomorrow for her regular visit, I just can’t shake that feeling that I should be here.
Bear in mind, I understand that these feelings are to be expected. This has been the sum of our existence for the past month, and to suddenly move outside of it, well, it’s just weird.
But good. Time for this to hopefully not rule our lives completely. Sure, Kim is still housebound, and has the tether of the wound vac for a week or two more, but the end is in sight. And that, my friends, is the best thing of all. Life begins anew, and I can’t find anything to fault with that.
PS – Happy New Year, all!