At 8:30AM, I left my room at Providence Guest Housing and
took the 2 block walk to Providence Portland Medical Center. I gave myself half
an hour to get there, just in case. It may be only two blocks to PPMC, but it
is another two blocks through the hospital to the Short Stay Admitting desk. I
was there at 8:40AM. Pretty damn proud of myself!
A short time later and I was in my stylish hospital gown.
Does anyone question why my nurse screamed, “Pull the plug”
and ran out of the room?
I kid, MyAnh was great. So were Dr. Vegas, Daniel and
Princess Awesome Amanda down in the procedure room. No one even hinted at euthanasia. The biopsied their big hearts out!
Eventually, they let me go, but not on my own volition. A CNA,
who has a name that is now escaping me, wheeled me back to my building. I am
reminded why Richard liked it here so much and why, while I can’t really say I
like it, I am amazed at everyone’s kindness.
Both ways I passed Richard’s old apartment. I successfully
fought back the tears. Maybe time does heal all wounds. I did lose it briefly
when they made me take off my ring.
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