Endings

So here we are, on the 8th floor. The photo to the left is of our new view.

We both feel a sense of excitement and optimism, but are also a bundle of nerves. We worry about whether the people up here got all the updated information about Parker's meds (because really, as quickly as his meds change each day, who could keep up with them all other than a computer?). We worry about about whether they will have the right equipment for him tomorrow, whether the people will be as nice to us as our friends on IMC, whether they will be mad if we ask for new Yankauers, or think me crazy if I sleep in the chair in his room tonight ... and all kinds of stupid things like that.

But most of all, we feel a sense of melancholy because we miss the familiar rhythm, sounds and people of the IMC. But as Mother Abbott always said (re: The Sound of Music), When God closes a door, He always opens a window....