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Show 172 "Baclofen Overdose Can Be Fatal" Home. Kids, raucously roller skating the natural circle on our hard floors from the kitchen, through the living room and down the hallway back into the kitchen. The dog barking at visitors ringing the doorbell. Cats, yowling at each other and at the dog who loves to annoy them. Thunder and lightening, in a sudden cleansing spring storm. The birds outside the open window chirping, wet, in then trees to those, dry, inside our house. Rain, rattling on our skylight. I have jumped feet first into this disturbed but not disturbing pool of sound, full to the brim with the noise of life. My muscles are loosely enjoying the swim. "Mom!" Here comes one child, full of complaint against another. A righteous indignation soon satisfied by my voice, the softer, more subtle authority once again returned to this home. The children are uncertain how long I will stay and are trying to cram months of such complaints into this new week home. We all have hope that this week will multiply into the many that I shall remain home. "You stay!" even my dog would tell me, if he could. He instead curls his big working-dog body in a searching circle and flumps contentedly down on the floor next to my wheelchair. He is a special dog, trained to pull the wheelchair. |