At the end of the day

Walking down that hospital corridor knowing that I’m going home to an empty house.

Your oxygen mask was on this morning, briefly. I hate those things, they bring back bad memories. But overall a bit more progress. The nose tube came out, we did half a crossword. You can get around, the pain is much less. Your exhaustion however seems interminable. I keep losing you in the fog of your narcolepsy and when I lose you I lose myself. 

There was a bright eyed moment late afternoon when the windows to the soul were flung open and the smile came back.

I need tomorrow to be even better, and please Asclepius, a little quicker if we can…