Finding Nilimo

Just the other day, I visited someone in the hospital on my way home from work.  Upon arriving to her room, I saw that her parents were already there - flipping through TV channels and not really talking to their daughter, perhaps unsure of what to say to her.   Slouched on the edge of a hospital bed, sullen, she stared at the floor.  As I moved closer to sit beside her parents I saw she was anxious.  Tremulous and unsteady.  Confused.  I knew what this was.  This, though, wasn't like every time before.   Now, she was older.  75 lbs.  Five feet, 1 inch. Black sneakers that were at least 20 years old - surely dug out from one of her parents' closets at home. Black tights that let me know her legs could not have been much wider than my arms .  A shirt that fit her as well as a garbage bag ever could.  A jacket that hadn't been washed in who-knows-how-long, hanging off her shoulders because there was barely any body to cling to.  Black hair thinned, matted and perhaps u

So...I know what you must be thinking.  "It's been so long since that Nilima girl blogged anything", "I've missed that Nilima girl's blogging", or "Ugh...I was so happy that Nilima girl was no longer blogging...and now this?".  Or rather..."OMG...Nilima blogged?"...or..."Wait, who's Nilima?".  Alright...so I have no idea what you must be thinking.  I can tell you, though, that it has been way  too long since I last wrote a post. In fact, it's been around 4 years since I last blogged anything...and I feel like I don't know how to go about doing it anymore.  I guess (if you're medically-oriented) you could say I've acquired some sort of blogging apraxia.  I used to be able to more eloquently put into words what I was feeling and thinking and now it's become so unnatural a thing to me.  Maybe that's because I've been forced to write patient notes, write-ups, reports and all things technical/med