Sorry, I’ve been away. These are the last words my sister in law spoke. Just before they sedated her so the respirator could do it’s job more effectively. She knew there was a risk, as with any procedure. She went to the hospital with what looked like an asthma attack and was sent home shortly […]
but it’s sinking. And racing around, to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but we’re older. And shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.
I thought about titling this “I sure picked a bad week to quit sniffing glue.” But a more better title would be “I picked a bad week to quit amphetamines.” Or, perhaps, “a bad week to quit smoking.” How about this one? “The hospital – what is it?” “It’s a big building with patients, but […]