When I came home from the hospital last Tuesday — after spending four days surrounded by the noise of people and beeping machines — all I wanted was to be left alone.
A couple of friends brought me home — she drove me and he drove the car I’d taken to the emergency room — and they were generous in their sincere efforts to do anything I needed done. They offered to go get food for me and take care of anything else I needed.
I appreciated all they wanted to do, but all I wanted was for them to leave. I wanted peace and quiet. I wanted to be alone.

When the state turns you into a criminal, friends become enemies
Forgotten photos are a powerful memory of a friend who’s left me
The Alien Observer: The blind are leading the blind
Walls built to protect heart keep others from giving what we need
Why am I shocked that a friend’s happy news makes me feel envy?
My endorsement goes to the man who can make coercive state work
I don’t know how to amuse you into taking your future seriously
My programming from childhood still equates blame with shame