58 Dawn’s Hue of Hope
When I think back, it amazes me how little outside stimuli I had during that three or four week period of lying in bed.
The majority of the day I was pretty much alone in my room. I had very little English reading material, and for that matter, the less and less sleep I got the less and less I was even able concentrate on reading.
I first borrowed a little tape recorder and had a few music cassettes.
I was overjoyed when Dr. Arias’ brother brought over an extra TV and VCR that he had. During my daily mini-excursions around the house in my wheelchair I was able to rustle up a couple English-language videos to watch in my room.
I had come to expect that I was going to be awake the majority of the night and in pain, so I incorporated watching a video into my nightly schedule, beginning about 1 a.m.
Since I didn’t have a great deal of variety available, especially at first, there were times when I watched the same movie twice during the course of the night, just to keep my mind elsewhere than on the pain.
There was something about the dawn that brought with it a hue of hope, an upbeat feeling that things were bearable once the sun was up.
The dawn also brought with it the anticipation of what was going to be for breakfast and lunch. And the stimulating thought of my daily morning wash up lent me a new lease on life.
The majority of the day I was pretty much alone in my room. I had very little English reading material, and for that matter, the less and less sleep I got the less and less I was even able concentrate on reading.
I first borrowed a little tape recorder and had a few music cassettes.
I was overjoyed when Dr. Arias’ brother brought over an extra TV and VCR that he had. During my daily mini-excursions around the house in my wheelchair I was able to rustle up a couple English-language videos to watch in my room.
I had come to expect that I was going to be awake the majority of the night and in pain, so I incorporated watching a video into my nightly schedule, beginning about 1 a.m.
Since I didn’t have a great deal of variety available, especially at first, there were times when I watched the same movie twice during the course of the night, just to keep my mind elsewhere than on the pain.
There was something about the dawn that brought with it a hue of hope, an upbeat feeling that things were bearable once the sun was up.
The dawn also brought with it the anticipation of what was going to be for breakfast and lunch. And the stimulating thought of my daily morning wash up lent me a new lease on life.
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