This sucks.
As the Big Guy wanders in the mental fog that attends the aftermath of cardiac arrest–If you’re lucky!–this is his phrase-of-the-day.
This sucks.
He can’t articulate the pain, confusion, and anxiety that I imagine he feels, but this phrase captures it nicely, I think.
This sucks.
From his perspective it’s hard to argue the point and yet, for those of us who have not been sedated for two days, *this* does not suck. The day before yesterday sucked. Yesterday sucked. *Today* is a damned good day because the Big Guy is awake and alert.
As I wander the Ottawa Heart Institute’s parking lot, halls, and adjacent neighbourhood, I find more signs that today is a good day. The truth is, the signs were there before I was of any mind to see them. Waiting for me to find my perspective, maybe.
For the next few weeks, I expect to be busy with this latest turn of the road, and not so busy with this blog. If I’m not here, I’ll be somewhere else. Wherever I am, I hope I can remember that even a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day doesn’t totally suck. And even if it does, maybe tomorrow won’t.