Usually, after a long day at the hospital I enjoy coming home. It is my sanctuary. It's calm, neat, and comfortable. It's where I can escape from the ever busy and chaotic hospital…the clinic…the needy and selfish doctors…the supercilious donors...and the mountains of paperwork. Usually my home is a peaceful haven in my hectic life.
But then there are days like today. Days when I'd rather not go home. When I step through the font door and am overwhelmed by the emptiness of that place. When the silence is deafening. When am acutely aware of just how alone I am. When all I want is someone to hold and someone to be held by.
Days like these all end the same. Exactly where I am now…wrapped up in my thoughts and a blanket as I cry myself to sleep.