Abbagale Winslow here. I wish I could say I was going home from this darned hospital, but the truth of the matter is this: I don't know when I am going home. I'm so tired of being here I am about to go mad!!
Next month it will be 11 months since I got injured and ended up in the hospital. I was in the hospital for a few days in Iraq when I'd first gotten injured, spent a week in Germany, then was flown to Walter Reed Hospital in Washington, D.C., until a month ago. I was then discharged from Walter Reed when I got the bone spurs and had to have additional surgery. I've been here at the local Veteran's Hospital here in Nashville ever since.
They have been working me hard in physical and occupational therapy. I am finally able to sit up a good part of the day without feeling like I'm going to pass out, but I get tired easily; I'm usually in bed by eight most days. Who knows how long I will last tonight? Right now, I'm feeling pretty good, just waiting for the doctors to give me the go-ahead to head back home to my family (whenever that will be!).
I know Mum and Pop are tired of having to run to and from hospital every day. I also know my little sister, Charlie, wants me home so she can play with me and tell me about her job at the local sheltered workshop. Well, the feeling's mutual: I miss them too, and I hate it whenever they have to leave once visiting hours are overwith for the day.
My stumps are not hurting so bad at the moment, but let's face it: I won't be wearing shorts anytime soon. My stumps are uglier than sin; I hate having to look at them. My stumps look like a battlefield!
I will say this much: the staff here at the hospital are acting mighty suspicious. They keep looking at me, pointing, and whispering amongst one another. I know something is up, but as for what it is, I have no clue. I wish they'd tell me what they are whispering about, especially since I know they are talking about me. It's enough to drive me bat crazy!! I keep trying to pump it out of them, but no go. They remain as silent as stones.
If they are thinking of sending me to yet another hospital, well, they're going to have a huge fuss on their hands. I absolutely refuse to go: if they even think that, I might as well kill myself; I don't think I could handle another day in hospital! I've already been in for far too long now as it is: I want to be outside, in the fresh air, basking in the sunshine, and enjoying the natural scenery around me!!
I am going to try to worm it out of them (their secrets) if it takes me all night! I am sick of this not knowing a godblamed thing!! I hate being left in the dark like this!!
*to be continued.*