“I’ve looked at life from both sides now, from win and lose.
And still somehow, it’s life’s illusions I recall.
I really don’t know life at all.”
Mitchell’s lyrics soundtracked my four day hospital stay the way they framed my freshman year at UNC. This past week, as was then, life appears fragile and existential. Nonetheless, the goal of all the tests is how we bandage the wounds and move forward.
If there were indeed some sort of goofy discharge examination, I’d probably pass. But not my efforts. It was my fine tutors who kept me cheerful, salved, and medicated. They also kindly kept my phone and iPad charged in a zone that is historically and rather ironically dead: UNC Memorial Hospital, Room 3709. My temporary charger had, again ironically, died.
So, in this late and unpredictable hour, I thank Angie, Karina, Crystal, and Evelyn for their insight, intuition, and compassion. Although my admission was completely unexpected, if not startling, I was never miserable or unhappy. I missed my beloved. I missed Henry. I missed caffeine. I missed a dial tone. But I was content.
I had help. Oh yes! Medications might’ve also eased the sting and pang of my situation.
(Photo by Philippe Ramette.)