The rock and I

     I felt rather good after speaking my peace.  I had made it to Thursday and decided I was going to be fine.  Still weak, napping, eating right, walking every day.  I was now walking corner to corner on my block, still carefully, head down.  My primary concern was still tripping, my upper body strength was paltry.
     The walk to one corner in particular troubled my slightly.  There was a pothole, oh yes easily avoided.  There was however, a rock, it sat there every day.  I started to notice I became wary of the thing every time I neared it.  It would garner all of my attention.  I feared tripping over it.  As if it would move hahaha.
     In my head I'd approach, and my brain would literally scream "Look out for the ROCK!!!!"  No I never did trip over it.  It never moved all summer.  But I really feared it and laugh about it now.
     My walks were a very enjoyable break for me.  Generally took one in the wee hours of the morning, when dawns light broke and I could see, and yes keep and eye on my enemy the rock.  The midday walk was my favorite.  Saw some neighbors here and there.  It was that delicious hot July weather that I adored.  The sun, the shade of the trees, life in general, I really did enjoy it all.
     It was after the walk, I do believe it was the same day, because I was still over obsessed with the rock.  The visiting nurse service called me.  The conversation was brief.  I had no real gripe against them, asked if I could schedule one, although I felt assured it was pointless now.
     I was essentially told that I had been out of the hospital to long.  Being discharged just the previous Saturday.  I would need a Dr.'s note.  I scoffed, yes I remember that.  I thanked them for calling and hung up.  I'd made it and I would be fine.  Watched some television and napped.
     I truly don't remember the food at all at home, which is odd for me.  I do know that first week I ate pre portioned snacks, fruit, and plenty of seltzer drinking.