Dear blog,
Oh, how I've missed you.
Only four days in the hospital could keep my fingers from the keyboard (you should have seen how my fingers trembled when my laptop and I were reunited). I hope it will provide some measure of comfort to you to know that I thought about you all the time while we were apart, composing entire missives during the night's darkest hours.
The hospital stay was necessary due to fever and a dramatic drop in my white blood cells (I'll write more on that tomorrow) but it felt like such a long time to be away. And no, I did not ring for the nurse in the middle of the night to beg for the use of a computer with internet access.
But I thought about it.
While it would be untrue to say that I cease to exist without you (we did spend four days apart, after all) but I do know that you help me to understand my thoughts and provide a venue for me to say the things I dare not speak aloud, even to myself. You are a reflection of me, a place for me to process my thoughts and figure out how life's events have made me feel.
I cannot commit to return to the grind of NaBloPoMo but I do promise to be faithful to you during the coming weeks, months and years, as we face the challenges life delivers to us.
Baby, I'm back.
And I'm yours.
love,
L.
4 comments:
Ha. I feel the same way sometimes. It is addicting, isn't it?
Yay! She's home!
Glad to see from ya.
SSW
So glad to read you again. Hope you are feeling better. best C
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