My head is pounding. I just saw twin nurses, but they swear there’s only one of them and that I am seeing double.
Not seeing double anymore. Just one nurse. Her name is Sandra. She’s kind of cute. It seems I’m in the hospital.
Found my journal in a drawer beside my bed. So tired. This bed is nice. There is a TV above it. “The Ellen DeGeneres Show” is on. Ellen is my mom’s favorite.
8:00 p.m.
Speaking of which. I had a dream that my mom was standing above me, squeezing my hand and telling me she loved me.
Must sleep.
Guess what? It wasn’t a dream. Mom just walked in with a coffee.
10:00 a.m.
I had to stop writing because when I said hi, she almost dropped her cup. Then she smothered me in a hug. “Henry, my baby,” she said and practically collapsed on top of me.
When she finally came up for air, I said: “What are you doing here?”
She just kept crying and said, “Thank God you’re okay. When your dad called and said you had a head injury …”
That explains why my head feels like a bowling ball. How did I get a head injury? I tried to ask, but my tongue felt thick in my mouth, and she smothered me with another hug.
Now we’re watching “Jeopardy!” and trying to shout out the answers before the contestants do, just like the old days. Except that my mind is so fuzzy, I’m doing a lousy job, and I can’t shout because, if I do, it feels like a nail gun is shooting into my skull. She tells me Dad’s gone home to catch a few hours of sleep. Apparently I’ve been in here for two days!
I’m so happy she’s here. Even if I needed to get a head injury to make it happen. Had I known, I would have tried to get seriously hurt months ago.