The Journey Home: The Hiccup
In the end there is always a hiccup…a surprise that no one ever meant to deal with. Besides our usual knowledge of what a hiccup is, the dictionary has another description. A hiccup can be described as- a minor difficulty, interruption, or setback. Here is the story of my “hiccup”…
Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.
Picking up your life and moving to another place, even one familiar to you, is never easy. There is bound to be hiccups as one prepares for a journey.
As I made the rounds of parties, and coming together with friends wishing my family and I well for our journey in three weeks. I didn’t think I would be writing the fourth installment of my journey from a hospital room.
Oh, don’t worry, I have a nice view. The hospital, called a Krakenhaus in German, sits on a hill. In my room a table has been placed by massive windows which over look the city. The day is cold and gray but inside I am warm and cozy. The trees are in the middle of shedding their leaves in preparation for the coming winter. The leaves’ bright colors contrast with the gray sky. Beneath my window lies a small area with a man-made pond surrounded by the same trees I see from my view. The pond holds colorful Koi fish among lily pads that seem conveniently placed, and wooden benches are near by for people, which beckon you to sit and enjoy the surroundings.
I look longingly out the window wishing to be home, but knowing that I must stay. I am here due to the “hiccup” in my health. Argh, only two weeks to go before I fly over the ocean back to the US of A. Here I am stuck in a hospital (sigh). At least my roommate is nice, although the language barrier makes it difficult to converse. We still try to learn more about each other and my German seems to be okay in some cases.Somehow we get our meanings across and sometimes we don’t an sit in companionable silence.
I have more to tell you a little of my roommate and her husband. They are a sweet elderly couple around 79 and 80 years of age. I will call them Frau and Herr M. Frau M, tells me her and her husband have been married for 53 years! Herr M, whose English is limited is still better
Wow, I hope to be able to tell a young couple one day that my husband and I have been together for as long as 53 years. They are so sweet to each other. Herr M is ever so doting on Frau M. It makes the marriage seem even more romantic. Having Frau M as a roommate has alleviated the boredom of being in the hospital. Even with our language barrier, both Frau M and I give it a good try.
I really don’t have much more to tell, accept that I must take some tests, and I am on the hospital’s time when it comes to answers. The staff is nice and regardless of where you’re hospitalized, the food is always wanting. The nice thing here is that you have a little more freedom than in US hospitals. I can go for walks around the hospital grounds. There is even a hillside which leads to a church which sit atop another hill above the hospital.
Once I am freed into the real world I will write of my outings with friends, the nostalgic reminiscing, and the bonds created over the years. As usual, until then Auf Wiedersehen.