Ten.Nine Hundred & Forty-Nine
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Still so tired. Still no voice.
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He brings me coffee in bed. I just keep searching for pictures from Resistance Served. James has a countdown. I’ll make one for myself too.
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If I can just get myself up out of the bed to clean.
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A needle in my toe. I hobble over to the bed and see a piece of metal beneath the skin but no way to get it out.
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They tell me to go to the ER.
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The kid has a broken hand, a compound fracture for sure. He’s got bruising all the way up to his elbow and is crying. She’s irate. I want to walk over to the kid and tell him to breathe. The mother wants to cut in front of the line. There is only one person in front of her. She tells her husband to call 911 because they won’t treat her son. The security guard and I make eye contact and shake our heads a little. But I get it. No one wants to see their child in so much pain.
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Three hours for them to tell me that there’s nothing in there.
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Bright sun.
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He comes home from practice with a sprained ankle. Two foot injuries on one day.
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Stirring risotto.