26 September, 2013

My English Home

It's just like my Texas home, but not.

Women still wobble around in high heals. Teenagers still creep around in fear of randomly thrown harsh judgments.

But they smell different. They talk different. And they don't wear sunglasses. Seriously, what's with the moratorium on sunglasses?

I've met 2 Daves, 50 Nigels, 1 Neil, and 1 Colin; 2 Alisons, 1 Kate, and 1 Vicki.

Changing lifestyles reminds me of the Detox ward at the Charlie's Place Drug & Alcohol Rehab Center. Detox is all about the violent withdrawal period when the client's drug or alcohol is cut off, cold turkey. There's thrashing about, cold flashes, hot flashes, violent vomiting, screaming, constipation followed by diarrhea, you can't call your family, and you're surrounded by strangers. But the gist of it is that Detox is the time to transition your body (not mind yet) from one lifestyle - and all its expectations - to another lifestyle. Rehab is for the mental transition. If I remember correctly, Detox is takes about 2 weeks.

I can't say I've experienced violent withdrawal symptoms of drug addiction, but these first 2 weeks have certainly been a detox time. I'm transitioning from my state-side lifestyle to my UK lifestyle. My nursing support team has been brilliant and I'm just about to emerge from the ward.

My closest compadre, Stable Mabel, has been a gem of nurse.




She doesn't care how late I go to bed, or how late I sleep in the next day. She cuddles, purrs, and gets in my way when I'm trying to reconnect with my old habits.
My latest manuscript & thumb drive... under her fuzzy derriere.

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