The real issue is being trapped here in this room. It drives me nuts. Pickle can keep himself occupied with the cartoons, movies and Playstation this fabulous pediatric hospital offers, but idle reclining is not for me. I was made to bussle and this forced idleness is dragging me down. Could be a touch of mania. This situation always seems to set me off. The boredom, the tedium, the hourly uncertainty of the health of my child … not cool.
“She was a sailor caught in the doldrums, waiting with increasing desperation for the faintest hint of a breeze to fill up the sails and let the journey continue.”