The longest day must have its close -- the gloomiest night will wear on
to a morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of moments is ever hurrying
the day of the evil to an eternal night, and the night of the just to an
eternal day. -Harriet Beecher Stowe, abolitionist
and novelist (14 Jun 1811-1896)
Once
I was up, (slept fitfully from 4:00 am to 6 am), I had more blood work.
However, am pleased to report, Dear Reader, although I cannot communicate this to anyone, at the moment, due to hospital Internet Blackout, that I have managed to walk the eerie corridors of my ward and adjacent hallways for half an hour, three times a day, smiling and nodding greetings to the various nurses, doctors and other staff members, pleased, I feel, that I'm recovering under their concerned care and attention. Even getting to "know", by way of observation, some of the other "sorry" patients, sorrier, it seems to me, in spite of my own illness, lost souls, from witnessing their loneliness and obvious upset.
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