“As I said, you’ll need to spend a couple nights here so that you can—” “Wait, no no no no. I can’t stay in the hospital.”
“Baby,” my mom said. “You have to.” “No, I really can’t. I really, this is, like, the one place I absolutely cannot stay tonight.
Please. Just let us go home.” “That would be inadvisable.”
Oh no. Listen, it’s okay. Most people admitted to the hospital go home healthier than they left it. Almost everyone, really.
C. diff infections are only common in postsurgical patients. You won’t even be on antibiotics.
Oh no no no no no no no. Of all the places to end up in the tightening gyre, here we were, on the fourth floor of a hospital in Carmel, Indiana.
Daisy left once I’d gotten upstairs but Mom stayed, lying on her side in the reclining chair next to my hospital bed, facing me.
I could feel her breath on me that night as she slept, her lips parted, smudged eyes closed,
the microbes from her lungs floating across my cheek. I couldn’t roll over onto my side because even with the medication
the pain was paralyzing, and when I turned my head, her breath just blew my hair across my face, so I lived with it.
She stirred, her eyes locked to mine. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I said. “Does it hurt?” I nodded.
You know Sekou Sundiata, in a poem, he said the most important part of the body ‘ain’t the heart or the lungs or the brain.
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