"I'm Here!"

I got exceedingly sick last night. Sicker than I think I've been in the past ten years. It kind of scared me. The other people in my house were fantastic and let me rest. The fact that they were understanding and wanting me to stay in bed was great because I don't stay in bed myself. I don't like slowing down and will rarely do it myself unless I'm pushed to it. This was kind of my wake up call.

My actual wake up call came when people came home. One of the people who I live with came up stairs and stood outside my door saying loudly "Martha. Martha, my friend. I'm here." It woke me up, but it was so worth it. It reminded me that there was someone there when I felt that I was alone.

It's a great feeling to come home even when home isn't where my immediate family is. Home is where a large number of people love me and miss me when I'm not there. They worry about me when I get sick.

It was hard for me to realize that I have come home as well. I'm accustomed to being independent. Perhaps more than accustomed. I am independent. I'm not used to people worrying about me. My housemate will help me when I get sick, but I definitely don't get any sympathy there. I know that someone is there, even when I don't get reminded of it. It was just a great reminder to hear that someone is there. I'm not alone.