I was thinking not much would happen during the weekend, but on Sunday early afternoon Kamalashila sent me a text he was coming home. He had started to feel much better on Friday morning and on Sunday the calcium was low enough for him to be sent home. In the early evening we sat together on the couch quietly enjoying the sunlight coming through the front room windows. Thus one week ended and another one started.
Unfortunately his nausea is back. And we are back into porridge territory. This needs to be prepared according to very specific instructions. I am doing my best, but as the porridge inspection arrives the result is declared too thin and I haven’t been using the right implement. It needs another five minutes of his dedicated work until it has reached perfection. It is now ‘fine’. I live and learn.
Kamalashila seems to be surprised he is tired. I am not. He has spent a week in hospital, preceded by a few days at home after having been in hospital for a couple of days. I am not surprised after all those broken – often humid – nights, procedures, noises, lots of changes, medication, injections, impressions, interactions. I am tired after this week just from going backwards and forwards, from trying to keep up with events, from anticipating what is needed, from processing new information. The week has started calmly and long may it continue. I shall enjoy every single minute, at least when I remember.
