Positively Scarred

Earlier this year I spent three weeks in the hospital due to an injury I obtained at the end of April. In the time I spent in that hospital room I mostly watched TV, did sudoku puzzles (my fave!), crossword puzzles, received shots of heparin to my stomach, pushed the black button that gave me a dose of Dilaudid, and thought. I thought a lot, actually. About my accident, my injury, how my life was and is forever changed, about how I got a second chance. Most of the time, I fell asleep with the tv on. But one day when I was without visitors, I browsed some music on my smart phone.

It was a sunny day and I had been facing the window. I’d taken photos of my view. I’d like to think that that’s why I remained so optimistic: the view of a San Francisco neighborhood, surrounded by trees. Dogs played in the park across the street. The song I’d come across was one I’d heard before, and loved because the mixture of voices was perfect.

I listened to the lyrics, as I would for several more times until the present day. It’s comforting to me. The music lulls me to a serene calmness that I can’t quite put into words.

It’s become my lullaby, my definition for life and living, my perfect nap time music.

And it reminds me that my life is a blessing, that this obstacle that’s been placed in front of me is a blessing, that I’m alive… and well.