Shawn P. B. Robinson

This post is a continuation of a series looking back to my experience in 2017 with Encephalitis. For the previous post, click here.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

The day finally came. They were comfortable opening the door and releasing me back into the general population. They felt I was no longer a threat to public safety, and they no longer needed to protect the world from me.

I just had to wait for the doctor to give his okay. I was so anxious to leave, I had my bag packed, and I was standing in the doorway. I felt good—really good!

I don’t think I arrived home until late afternoon or early evening that day.

It was wonderful to finally be back in my home and back with my family. I was tired that evening, but I didn’t think too much of it. It wasn’t until the next day that I began to learn what life was going to be like and how much things had changed.

To be continued…

To follow the next part of this journey, click here.