I’ve been hospitalized since Christmas. I was exhausted from the nonstop rollercoaster of my condition. My husband has been coming to the hospital every day, trying to juggle everything on his own.
On new years eve, I was somewhat better. Better enough to pick up my iPad and try to draw. Since I met him, my husband was one of my favorite subjects to draw. I was watching him from my bed, happy to see him. There were some moments I might not be able to see him again. I was thankful to have a second chance.
I started drawing him. He was dealing with some work stuff. Even only just drawing took a lot of energy from me. After a while, he saw me drawing. His face got bright. He said he was happy to see me creating again. I smiled back at him with a weak nod.
It was snowing outside. Pretty big snowflakes were flying by my big window. It was perfect new years eve. Nurses told me that we might see nice fireworks from my window. And kindly suggested that my husband stay longer for it if he wanted. I had to finish drawing fast before I drained all my energy without completing it.
I fell asleep again. I woke up when it was already dark. Soon after, it was time for count down. We counted from 15 seconds. 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and Happy New Year! In the distant sky, fireworks were burst into big sparkles and disappeared. We watched them together. My weird, scary, and variety year of 2021 was history now. I welcomed the new year. I made my mind. This year, I’ll get better.
So, it’s a bit late, but Happy New Year, everybody. I wish you all a healthy and happy year of 2022.