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Not Home Sweet Home.

The clonk, clonk of her feet as she walked through the Hospital Corridors reminded me of a picture I once saw. An Elephant dressed in high-heeled shoes trampling on a dance floor. Sleep is a welcome visitor when one is confined to bed. Have you tried sleeping when a heavy four-footed Elephant is performing?

How many doors have you to your bedroom? One I think. Where I have been incarcerated for the last two weeks I swear that the door to my room was slammed each and every time that an orderly or nurse both male and female left the room. A small earthquake was nothing to the noise that stupid door made. I am not saying that he slamming of the doors was done purposely; I know that if ever I were to be an architect I would make all hospital doors so that each and every one of them would close silently.

I arrived home and my lovely wife made me a cup of hot sweet tea. That and a cigarette after my fourteen days without a smoke made me feel happier. Strangely enough I am missing that slamming of doors when my beloved comes into or goes out of the room.

I after a rest I emptied my suitcase of the washing used during my stay in the hospital. Every article used in my stay in hospital is now back in its place. The television is on and I can hear the noise from the actors and actresses. I am now happy to be sitting once again at my computer. One hundred and eighty six emails were awaiting my attention. Most were deleted; I am at an age where I am not tempted to buy anything on the Internet no matter if it is the latest Mercedes Benz. When I was working I could never have bought such a vehicle now at my ripe old age, I will be happy riding the hearse on my last journey in this world perhaps who knows it might even be a Mercedes.

For a special treat and to welcome me back home my dearest ordered two Pizzas’. I must say if this is living up life then more of it please.