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.

FRIDAY FUNNIES
I haven’t learned to stop walking on eggshells around angry people
Hidden crisis of missing intimacy leaves many ‘together all alone’
Lesson for McCain’s ’08 voters: The lesser of two evils is still evil
Epiphany: Was it so bad that I used to work toward perfection?
New segregation: Why do some people cling to racial politics?
A year later, my father’s death looms large, but I have no regrets
In a cold and disconnected world, it’s very simple to fake happiness