I just want to go home, slip on my yoga pants, climb into bed, and stay there for days.

I glance around the waiting room as I walk through. There are a few more people here now, a few more people who understand the agonizing but monotonous torture of having a loved one in the hospital. The man with the hat and the popped collar looks up as I pass, but otherwise no one pays me any attention.

A bright blue sky greets me as I step outside, and a warm breeze sweeps ...