Sticking My Neck Out, Home Again! - (20 Minutes After SLOWLY Walking Back Into My Blessed Home) - IMRAN™ By the grace of God, I was alive, and eventually able to (very slowly) walk back into my blessed home. This was literally twenty minutes after I got home, subsequent to being discharged from hospital. I loved how much love and tender care several beautiful nurses gave me. One beautiful young lady even started crying on saying goodbye when I was leaving. For getting home I did not want to make a fuss nor bother anyone. I also did not want to feel dependent on anyone to be brought home, for example by a case worker or someone like that. Like everything else in my life, I wanted to do it independently. I wanted to get on my own feet as soon as safely possible. That is why I found a way to be dropped off at home on my own around midnight. The late hour was to minimize being jerked around from traffic risks and sudden braking which could happen en-route during busy traffic hours. No, I did not ride my Yamaha jet ski (even though Tampa General Hospital is right on the water) -- nor my Yamaha motorcycle! Plus, taking the helmet off would have been tough without losing my head. LOL. You can see how long the incision was, although all of it is not even completely visible. Even then, .... alive, standing, home, smiling, with love and prayers of so many. All of it is more than I can ever express gratitude to the Almighty for. Thank you, all for always keeping me in your prayers. © 2023 IMRAN™Sticking My Neck Out, Home Again! - (20 Minutes After SLOWLY Walking Back Into My Blessed Home) - IMRAN™ By the grace of God, I was alive, and eventually able to (very slowly) walk back into my blessed home. This was literally twenty minutes after I got home, subsequent to being discharged from hospital. I loved how much love and tender care several beautiful nurses gave me. One beautiful young lady even started crying on saying goodbye when I was leaving. For getting home I did not want to make a fuss nor bother anyone. I also did not want to feel dependent on anyone to be brought home, for example by a case worker or someone like that. Like everything else in my life, I wanted to do it independently. I wanted to get on my own feet as soon as safely possible. That is why I found a way to be dropped off at home on my own around midnight. The late hour was to minimize being jerked around from traffic risks and sudden braking which could happen en-route during busy traffic hours. No, I did not ride my Yamaha jet ski (even though Tampa General Hospital is right on the water) -- nor my Yamaha motorcycle! Plus, taking the helmet off would have been tough without losing my head. LOL. You can see how long the incision was, although all of it is not even completely visible. Even then, .... alive, standing, home, smiling, with love and prayers of so many. All of it is more than I can ever express gratitude to the Almighty for. Thank you, all for always keeping me in your prayers. © 2023 IMRAN™

IMRAN