Sandra
Carl kept his promise, and finally, after my second dialysis, I got discharged from the hospital. I went home, but the place was empty. But I expected that because when I'd called home from Carl's phone, my cousins had let me know they took Mom back with them to their place to make looking after her easier on them. I didn't mind. It meant I could get home and still be relaxed, at least for a little bit.
It hadn't been that long, but too much had happened, and I thought I needed more time to sort myself out.
I received the treatment earlier in the day than the first time, so it was still early evening by the time I got discharged, and I had time to get home before it got too late. For the first time in longer than a week, I got to sleep in my bed. I lay on my side, the covers o
