I struggle into the wheelchair for our daily constitutional down the hallway. My care-giver, Rosemary, wraps a blanket around me. I loathe the helplessness. I barely feel Alive. The living room is dark as if night had fallen but it’s only three in the afternoon. We haven’t seen any rain in a while. The wind hoots owl-like. As she rolls me through the corridor I smell Fiddleheads emanating from another apartment. I used to love rich foods and wine but now I look at my dinner, a mish-mash of colourless pap, take two bites and push the plate away.
Today Rosemary found my blue jacket. Before we leave she hands me a cup of thyme tea. “It’s good for you. Drink it all then I have a surprise for you.” We ride the elevator to the ground level, but we don’t come close to the outside door. It’s an Adventure I exclaim!
Sunshine illuminates the room. My aid dresses me in a heavy sweater. Where is she taking me? She sets my chair on the patio. I smile.*** Written for Blogophilia Week 48.6 Topic: Have You Ever Seen the Rain? Bonus Points: (Hard, 2 points) Use the name of two magazines * (Easy, 1 point) Incorporate rosemary and thyme * http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Canadian_magazines