Before the doctor left, she called a couple of nurses to come in and take the IV out plus all the other things sticking to my body. Those were there to monitor my condition and now that I am awake and feeling better except for the general weakness, I do not need them anymore.
Slowly, my bedroom turned to its normal state. It has been busy for a while. They were rearranging flowers, taking out the old ones and replacing them with freshly cut roses. It almost looked like a floral shop, but I loved the smell that filled my room. At least, I am not in the hospital. I don't like the smell of alchohol. I don't think anyone does.
"You must be hungry. The doctor said you can eat, but not too much. How about some soup?" Mom was reading the card on one of the bouquets. "This one is from your aun
