I glanced at my phone and watched as the date changed from May 6th to May 7th and realized, it’s four years later and I am in a hospital, waiting again.
The Power of a Cape
The night before the procedure, I didn’t sleep. I googled my symptoms and like any decent Dr. Google consultation, confirmed the worst. At 3:30AM, though, annoyed with sitting around, I went into my closet and packed up my bag for the next day. A book. My phone charger. Socks. And then, right there, sitting on a shelf as if it somehow knew, was my long, lost cape.
Getting the Wind Knocked Out of Me
When I was 13, I was kicked in the solar plexus. It was during a karate class in 7th grade and the girl I was sparring with delivered the roundhouse kick a bit stronger and faster than we were supposed to. It knocked… Read More ›
Twelve Days to Live
It turns out that I have around twelve more days to live. This was my final assessment after going online to research the symptoms that started plaguing me almost immediately after wading in some stagnant water. Stiff neck, headache, fever…. Read More ›