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.

Galt’s Gulch? I can live without that, but I need my own ‘Akston’s diner’
There’s a secret to contentment that selfish people never accept
In the face of hazardous times, some still driven to be helpers
Hug awakens realization of how much I’ve missed human touch
We’re all a little crazy; I worry about those who don’t know it
Epiphany: My message changed when I selected a new audience
If you beg someone to make you his priority, you hurt yourself
The best romantic relationships end up becoming mutual rescue