63 A Ticket Home
And so the otherwise shocking news that I’d had my leg accidentally drilled through had flowed like water off a duck’s back, relatively speaking.
I was just so thankful and attentive to the fact that this latest prescription, Dormonid Midazolam, was allowing me to sleep anywhere from six to eight hours a night.
Not only did my strength begin to return, but also it was great to be back to the state where I could actually complete my thoughts, not to speak of once again regaining a semblance of clarity and continuity.
I also missed home.
So I went ahead and booked my return ticket.
My choice was either a night flight or a day flight, the latter involving a couple hours longer flying time. I chose the day flight, because nights had the potential to be very rough for me. And I figured, for the sake of the passengers around me, I didn’t want to be moaning and groaning in pain for 10 hours.
I had not a few ruminations on how I would fare on this long international flight.
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