I have been driving all day, trying to get to this place. It is a kind of hotel, but at the same time a hospital. It’s up in the mountains and the roads were difficult for me, but finally I have found it, from memory, by instinct? I have reserved a room, but I need more than that, I need the doctors to see me. I know I need help. I can remember being here before, but I can’t remember what they did to help me, I just know I need it again.
I am visiting family, my Texas family, including my parents and others. I am alone, packing a small bag, about the size of an overnight bag. The others have gone shopping in the city or at a mall – some big place with plenty of stores. It’s not close by, and I am thinking perhaps I should have gone with them, as the plane leaves tomorrow.
I am in the hospital for a medical procedure – the removal and biopsy of a nodule in my breast, more if necessary. I am not concerned, I am comfortable and content because I have had a double bed brought from home. It has all the same electronic parts of a hospital bed, push button movement of headrest, feet, etc, but in the size of a double bed.