I made it. Somehow, I made it through my first day here. I am sitting on the veranda, outside the room I share with my cousin, Claudia. I am using the small book light the nurses gave me when I left the hospital, so I can see what I am writing to you.
When I left the bedroom, Claudia was all twisted into her sheets, happily fast asleep. No doubt dreaming of palm trees, sunsets, and ice creams!
I don't know how she can sleep in that furnace. It's the middle of summer here and the heat is so thick and sticky it presses against you every minute of every day. The ceiling fans just swirl the air around so the heat lands on you from all directions. Who on earth would choose to live here!
Finally, every noisy person in this rambling old farmhouse is asleep and I am alone for the first time in months. No nurse creeping in to peek on me during the night. No breakfast tray being brought in before the sun even rises. No buzzers. No visitors. No doctors probing. No questions. No tablets. No injections. Finally, there is nothing. Just you, my faithful diary, and me. I feel completely empty and alone, and that is exactly what I want.
Oh no!! I spoke to soon. It's happening again! I was hoping and praying they wouldn't be here. I thought they were just in the hospital. But they must be everywhere. It doesn't make sense – I had never seen them before the hospital…
Best get this over with – find out what they want. They always want something. Why can't everyone just leave me alone??