At one point, watching the snow fall, time was all but standing still. I made a chart. The purpose was to increase the evidence that time truly was disappearing into history. Every five minutes a small thrill was obtained by blacking another square!
Eventually, of course, March 15 did arrive (expected day of departure) and I woke with high hopes, but wariness. Would the big snowfall be a problem? I'd be riding in an ambulance (well equipped for snow travel, I suspected) for the lengthy trip back to my home area, but this was not an emergency situation (er, no, not really) and treacherous roads would be a factor.
|"Merci" to the engaging nurse from Cote d'Azur.|
The nurses carried on with their usual attentions. They read my vital signs.
Then the doctor arrived on his morning rounds.
Would I really be saying goodbye to this place? Would he sign my release papers? Would I go? My heart was beating fast!