We are all alone, in ways, aren’t we? Sometimes we have to slog through the tough stuff alone, even if we have people around us who love us.
Or not! :)
Part of me used to hate me, as much as part of me loved me. Took a long time to straighten that out. Bruno helped.
I truly wrote Doris to be Bruno’s guardian angel, so it was the obvious choice to have her there when Bruno woke up.
I imagine if you’re addicted to cigs and coffee, a week without and suddenly waking up — would be worth slipping back unconscious.
This is based on the insane spunkiness I’ve encountered in some nurses. It feels like their will alone is almost enough to get you better.
if I ever hit someone with a car, I hope they are just as entertaining when I visit them in the hospital.
I do love how we humans, in bed, unconscious for a long period, in a cast, barely able to walk, and we can focus on things like “I am so embarassed, I stood somebody up.”












