Back From the Brink

It was a very interesting moment went the doctor told me they weren't entirely sure I was going to live. Maybe it was because the Dr. told me this at a few minutes to 6 am while I was getting my next shot of Morphine. I hadn't eaten anything in 4 days except ice chips and the effects of the viral meningitis left my head in a sort of perpetually confused state. I must've mulled over the doctor's words for all of 20 seconds before I got lost in the lusious liquid morphine. I knew I should have felt something.... or at least tried to remember what the doctor had said and maybe mull it around in my brain, but nope. I just said a mumbled yes (as in, yes, I heard you), pulled my blanket tighter, rolled over and smiled. No wonder people get addicted to morphine.... yummy.

I'm here to say that after being held captive by the Hospital for 7 days, I have safely found my way back from the brink, the world is flat.... very, very flat