Oct 10, 2007 23:33
I spent 24 hours in a hospital. Doctors looking at me when explaining medical procedures, when giving instructions for post-surgery home care. I kept thinking, shouldn't there be an adult here?
This wasn't just any hospital, but a hospital that was my home for weeks or months at a time, depending on just how bad things got. I kept running into familiar faces in the halls, in the elevators, in the parking lot. Sometimes we'd say hi in passing, sometimes they'd just stare.
Derek is on the couch, with three holes in his body and a bottle of painkillers that we are sharing.