71 Home at Last
When I awoke three hours later, still in that same awkward slumped position, I felt absolutely reborn. I deemed myself alive again, and excited that I would soon be home.
I took the time to reposition myself more comfortably, this time fully stretched out, with my leg resting on the back of the seat above, and all warmly covered with blankets.
Thus by arrival time, I felt like a new man.
Truly, without that life-restoring period of rest on the plane, I shudder to think of the impact I would have had on the kids and Sharon who were on hand to greet me at the airport.
As we arrived at the terminal and I switched to an awaiting wheelchair, I saw Sharon and the kids in the distance.
They didn’t recognize me until I was just a few feet away. They hadn’t prepared themselves to meet a guy in a wheelchair, sporting a highly unusual metal apparatus protruding out of his leg, plus a beard, the combination of which I think offered sufficient shock value for everyone, amidst the joyous emotion of seeing each other again after 7 weeks.
Courtesy of another sleeping pill, and the wonderful feeling of being home, I slept well my first night home.
As a postscript on sleeping pills, since the Dormonid Midazolam was the only medication that I had found effective in allowing me to sleep through the night I had brought an extra supply home with me. With the switch to a new doctor here in the States, I asked if I could continue on with the same medication, and offered the name. The mention of Dormonid Midazolam didn’t ring a bell with either the doctor or pharmacist.
I took the time to reposition myself more comfortably, this time fully stretched out, with my leg resting on the back of the seat above, and all warmly covered with blankets.
Thus by arrival time, I felt like a new man.
Truly, without that life-restoring period of rest on the plane, I shudder to think of the impact I would have had on the kids and Sharon who were on hand to greet me at the airport.
As we arrived at the terminal and I switched to an awaiting wheelchair, I saw Sharon and the kids in the distance.
They didn’t recognize me until I was just a few feet away. They hadn’t prepared themselves to meet a guy in a wheelchair, sporting a highly unusual metal apparatus protruding out of his leg, plus a beard, the combination of which I think offered sufficient shock value for everyone, amidst the joyous emotion of seeing each other again after 7 weeks.
Courtesy of another sleeping pill, and the wonderful feeling of being home, I slept well my first night home.
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As a postscript on sleeping pills, since the Dormonid Midazolam was the only medication that I had found effective in allowing me to sleep through the night I had brought an extra supply home with me. With the switch to a new doctor here in the States, I asked if I could continue on with the same medication, and offered the name. The mention of Dormonid Midazolam didn’t ring a bell with either the doctor or pharmacist.
After a couple pharmacists attempted to look it up on their database, one informed me. “This stuff isn’t allowed to be prescribed in the States!”
When I inquired further, the pharmacist explained that the Peruvian medication was an anesthesia, basically the same thing that is administered in a hospital to knock you out before surgery.
No wonder I slept so well.
When I inquired further, the pharmacist explained that the Peruvian medication was an anesthesia, basically the same thing that is administered in a hospital to knock you out before surgery.
No wonder I slept so well.
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