Home At Last

My Saturday morning began waking up for the first time in a week in my own bed. It was 9:00 a.m. I had spent the entire night a sleep. There were no bells, whistles, or even alarms to listen to, so as to let medical personal know that someone had a seizure. The entire nights sleep felt grand, after being sleep deprived most of my stay. I had first stepped foot onto my floor, was still a little unsteady for being off my feet for so long. I had used my cain for the day to help support the toothpick feel to the legs I walked on. After making my bed, I had gone out into the kitchen so as to have some fruit and drink my hot cocoa. I sure did miss the assortment of fruit that my mother puts together in the morning. At 9:30 I had then called my grandmother to speak to her for the first time in a week. After doing so I had given myself a good shave. I had a beard on me that took a while to shave. Being wrapped up in the goss I had around my entier head and partial face area, I do not know how anything could grow. At 9:55 I then went out into the kitchen so as to have eggs and toast for breakfast. At 12:20 I had then returned to my bedroom so as to brush my teeth, I then began to unpack what things I had left in my suitcase, that were already taken out and put in the dirty laundry. At 10:42 I then sat down to read some of the newspaper. After doing so, I had lied down to rest. At 1:40 I then got up and went out into the kitchen so as to eat my lunch. After doing so, I had pulled up my book on my computer and began to enter the latest turn of events with my recovery. i.e. Mass. General stay. At 3:00 I had spoke to my friend Greg before taking a shower for the first time which felt great after a weak of only being able to take sponge baths do to the wires that were attached to my head. Once I was nice a clean, I had called my grandmother before eating dinner. Ah, it is sure nice to be home.