I don’t belong here. Yes, you do. I’m not one of them. Oh, yes you are. Such has been the adjustment to my life in a new setting. Independent living here isn’t totally independent as I get used to the check-in and check-out system. Assisted living is available if I ever need it.
I’m younger than most. Not by a lot, but by several years. Maybe this is my way to deny. To minimize. I moved here because I needed a few services. I’m not like the others who need help with everything. But I know the truth, that this was part of the long term decision I made.
From the day I moved in, I kept hearing about MaryEllen, my next-door neighbor. I hadn’t met her because a week before I moved in, she was taken by ambulance to the hospital. I heard the constant inquiries throughout the community. Have you heard anything from MaryEllen? When will MaryEllen be back?
Now three months later, she’s back. I heard about it all over the place. Then I see who I assume is MaryEllen one day as I’m returning to my apartment. She’s in a wheelchair, being guided down the hall by her daughter.
We greet each other, and I tentatively ask if she is MaryEllen. She is and hesitantly asks if I am her new neighbor. And I am. She’s already been told the unique spelling of my name and been filled in on a few minor facts about me. That’s how things are around here.
We exchange pleasantries and she talks about her harrowing journey through the health care system and her adjustment to dialysis. I tell the funny story of hearing a new sound. Water running very early one morning. Then when I heard MaryEllen was back, it all made sense.
She hopes the noise didn’t wake me. I say no. We have a good laugh. MaryEllen then tells how she must be ready for pick-up at 5:00 am and how her life now includes four hours of dialysis treatment three times a week. Whew!
I’m already accustomed to the early morning running water; I also hear nurses and aides routinely knocking on her door and being welcomed in for their checks and for needed care. Later, I’m told by another neighbor (as I’ve said, we look after each other), that MaryEllen is so happy to be home but is much more frail than before this incident.
Time will tell if and how much she bounces back. This unleashes a myriad of thoughts and feelings. Mostly, that I belong here.