Sunday afternoon.
Two weeks ago today, I entered the hospital.
They tell me I’ll get out in a couple days. I’ll be late to get back to school and teach and grade.
I have a tube in my arm. I watch fluid drip from a bag. When it stops dripping, I press a red button to summon a nurse.
What’s it all about this life? What’s important?
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