go away

I've been looking forward to Truett's first out-patient rehab appointment at Shands at Magnolia Parke in Gainesville.  I will no longer stay in the gym with him.  I will no longer push his wheelchair as the physical therapist walks Truett.

I told Craig, the PT, of my new plan. . . my plan to set aside at least forty-five minutes for myself.  Craig was very understanding.  Then he told me to have fun and I left.

I wandered down into the swampy area behind the rehab center.  I noticed animal paths emerging from one side of the water, crossing the human footpath, then leading to the water on the opposite bank.

I took deep breaths . . . and exhaled. Yet, in the back of my mind, guilt was weighing heavily on me.  So, after fifteen minutes, I walked back to the rehab gym.  Craig asked, "What are you doing here?  Go away and don't come back for twenty more minutes!"  Then he gave me a big, old, caregiver hug. 

"Thanks, Craig!"

Now I just have to get used to having time for me once again.

 

Comments

[Nancy]

One creature facing off with another in pic #3. Love the photos you and your camera capture!

[Mary Anne Gilmer]

The hint of color in the bleak barreness of photo 4 could be quite the metaphor. Simply beautiful, Merry. Thanks for sharing with us.