Bump

in the road, Reader Dear.  It was only to be expected.

There I was,  plowing ahead, re-conquering the skills I had gained as a toddler (you know--chewing food, walking).  Except for the monumental sleep issue (morning, noon and night, desperate for more of the glorious shut-eye), I was feeling pretty good about my progress!

I was getting lots of visitors, many of them raving about my good looks (You wouldn't believe it, Reader Dear!  Compliments abounded!  "Wow, you look terrific!"
(Now, I do not recommend the necessary death/life thing* as a way to improve one's looks; but, it's a fact: Anyone who's seen you languishing on a death bed, and consequently views you again a few weeks later is very likely to be astounded at how good-looking you are!  They will tell you so, often and emphatically!*
*I really have no way to know, but I'm guessing it works better than Botox!

However,  then came Monday morning.  My newly-evolving routine was to get up and single-handedly (awkwardly, laboriously) wash and dress myself in (mostly) comfortable street clothes.  I was already fantasizing about waving farewell to the rehab facility!  On this morning, I was seated at the sink with a warm, wet washcloth to my face--ahhh, heavenly!  It was such a pleasure to wash my face!  I was making such good progress!  I couldn't, however, shake off an uncomfortable feeling in my upper torso. 

"I have kind of a bad feeling in my chest," I complained to the morning nurse when she returned. "But it's not terrible.  I'm hoping it will go away soon." There were a few questions in response.  Then she left the room.  Ten minutes later an EMT* showed up at my door!
(Emergency Medical Technician [with a gurney in tow]).

"We're taking you to the hospital!" the nurse explained.

Right about then, Reader Dear, is when I snatched back that award I'd bestowed upon myself (title of Wonder Woman) such a short time ago!

"There's no way, you cry baby, that you deserve that title," I told myself, with tears streaming down my checks.  (Dear Reader, it's not an easy thing to say to someone, especially when they're being carted off to the hospital for God-knows-what kind of treatment, and they've been reminding themselves over and over how they never want to see the inside of a hospital again (at least not atop a gurney), please, please, please, never!)