Notes After Hospitaland

Homecomings, derangement and the nature of time

At about 3 o’clock on Wednesday afternoon, I realise that H went into surgery exactly a week ago.

The thought makes my brain feel as though someone has inexpertly folded it. Surely, it is not possible. I have lived a whole lifetime in those seven days. It must surely be some kind of trick.

We are now all home. H was moved from Critical Care on Saturday night, and then spent two nights on the thoracic ward before being sent home, and into my care. We are muddling through the best we can, but we are at least all together, trying to process the nature of time.