If you blog, you write what you experience.
Sometimes you write what you think you’ve experienced.
I’m always a little unclear about that difference.
Right now, I’m lying in a hospital bed.
I have nurses who are thrilled with my gifts of urine.
I have others who praise my effort in rolling to one side.
Small things. Huge applause.
I’ve been poked, prodded, bled, squeezed, bundled, schlepped, scanned, X-rayed, charted, and noted upon.
I’ve generated reams of paper and gigabytes of data.
I am deep inside the healthcare system.
And strangely… I like it.
I lie here while my blood pressure cuff tightens every fifteen minutes, like a careful handshake.
My calves are hugged gently by compression wraps—left, then right.
I breathe in cool, misty fog from a nebulizer, and I’m reminded of mornings on the north coast.
It’s oddly beautiful.
And all I had to do to get here was have a heart attack.
It may be a quiet few weeks ahead.
Mostly reports from the inside.
Some true, some imagined.
Maybe the imagined ones will be more entertaining.
We’ll see.
A Work Progressing 