|Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on June 27, 2020 at 7:20 AM|
After Ben checks in, I wait in the parking lot until midnight.
I recline in the drivers seat and call my sister in Alberta. She's awake and good company for this midnight car. We talk about how tired I am, how much the pain is annoying and how good it is to be at the hospital. We talk about her boys and their farm. And we talk about me. Am I okay? Am I getting enough support? Yes. I feel loved.
Eventually Ben texts me to go home, he will spend the night at the hospital.