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Assistances

Monday morning, a couple days before Christmas, you drove into the city to see the sick people at Bergan Mercy. You took an illegal shortcut through the parking garage on the west end of Mercy street, pulling the steering wheel right and then left and then right again, and chose a stall some distance away … Continue reading

Vital signs

With the windows open in his room, he’ll sometimes lie on the bed, hands laced behind his head, and listen to the tree in the front yard. The tree that is falling apart one strong gust of wind and one limb at a time. He’ll listen to the sway, the rusting leaves, eyes closed, searching … Continue reading

Not sure where I am anymore

Been a while since I wrote anything here. For a couple reasons, I suppose. Been in a good mood, for one, which seems antithetical to this blog, or what this blog’s been about thus far. Had about a two-week run where I was corresponding with a friend, a good and treasured friend I’ll call WF[1]. … Continue reading

They want my blood

Have an appointment in a couple hours with the vampires at Bergan. Get to sit in the gray chair for the second time this year, hold out my arm, lock my elbow—”Lock your elbow, hon,” she always says—and let myself get poked. She’s good; there’s hardly any pain. I always watch the needle slide in … Continue reading

Sliding toward oblivion / Nurses know best / Drugs, drugs, more drugs

Things continue to go as they have been the last couple of days, I’ll be anemic soon, electrolytes will be all fucked up, and I’ll be very weak—weaker than I am currently. Last time I felt myself getting this bad was during Flare #2, and I’d reached the point where the thought of walking to … Continue reading

Bury these warning signs

Had a moment the other day when I took from the fridge the small basket containing all of my pills and set the bottles on the counter one by one. When I get to something like buproprion, sometimes, you know … sometimes I wonder how many of those pale, hospital green pills I’d need to … Continue reading

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