On Dec. 19, 2016, I checked into the local hospital sporting flu and heart problems and just today was released from a durance vile. There were hallucinations that included zillions of pencil-prick ants; there were colors that bore in on eachoher like yellow and white water colors .... there was sfuff and uncomfortable beds passing for ever-so- expedient ... ... everyone seemed to want to make me feel better. I missed the ones I actually believed
Back home now. Tired, frazzled.. My wife and sons bore the brunt. Dying didn't much matter ... or it didn't seem to. And night of sane sleep wouldn't hurt.