Time To Check Out
It was time to check out.The trip had been a blast. There was sun, and water, and too much food. Of course there were moments of displeasure. The rain came and went. The skin turned red and hot, and I slathered sunscreen on almost every hour. But all in all, I had few complaints. Of course I wanted to stay longer. Who wouldn't? There was so much to stay for. If I was having fun now, who is to say that it wouldn't continue? I had my family, beautiful scenery, all my electronics, and the ocean. There was that prickly situation, however, of the contract. I had only signed on for a certain amount of time. And there was the money issue. I had run through all I had been allotted. My funds were low. There was only so much my wallet could take. I had searched every corner, shaken out it's contents including the lint. Maybe I could stay anyway; lock the door to my room and refuse to leave. They would come knocking, but I wouldn't answer. I could cling to the bed, my lifeline. My clothes would turn dirty and tattered. My abdomen would became frail and gaunt because I surely would run through whatever tidbits were stuffed away in the little cooler in the corner.Weak and debilitated, I probably wouldn't be able to enjoy my family the way I had before. They would come to my bedside every day and hold vigil. Their eyes drawn and their lives on hold, they would wait for me...
Source: In My Humble Opinion - Category: Primary Care Authors: Jordan Grumet Source Type: blogs