Today I threw away, well recycled, my “hospital” water jugs.
Most of you know what I mean…the plastic water glasses that they give you while
in the clink, that you take home and eventually have a plethora of. Well today,
I let them go.
This was a big deal for me. First of all, they’re terribly
convenient. They have measurements printed on them so you can tell how much
water you’ve consumed. Which, for me, is important. I have to consume an
obscene amount of water, being sans colon and all. Second, they represent a
horrible time in my life. They “conveniently” have the name of the hospital
printed on them, so every time I look at one, I am taken back to that time when
life seemed at it’s worst. I am reminded of the pain and uncertainty that took
up my days.
It’s funny, I had never even thought about it before. They
were just part of my life. But, as my family and I are getting settled into our
new home and life, I looked at them. I was going to wash and stash them as
usual. Then, I thought, why? I don’t NEED them. Why am I hanging on to them?
That period in my life was over 3 years ago, and it’s NOT my life anymore. So,
I let them go. I want to leave that chapter in my life behind me.
I’m amazed at how something that seems so insignificant can
actually mean a great deal. I wonder what other “things” I’ll discover that
remind of that time?
For those of you who are wondering if I have a new water
jug, I indeed do! I bought it at a gas station in Washburn, WI. It has
“Holiday” printed in bright red letters on the side. Even thought it’s the name
of the gas station, I find it a nice reminder that each new day that I am
blessed to live, it’s a jolly holiday.
