Drip
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Last night I was on the couch, in exile from Bruce’s snoring, shivering. And sad. Shivering because when Bruce turned on the heat, he failed to turn off the AC. The heat triggered the AC, the AC triggered the heat. My body was sweating and my arm was frozen. And all I could think about was my grams in the ICU. It’s one of those things you just don’t put out of your mind and go to sleep when you’re in the dark, both too hot and too cold. As the distance between then and today, I spend more time thinking about then.
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