I’m sitting in a hospital room listening to the whizzing noise of a bi-pap machine. The room smells clean and sterile, and the air is cool. I hear voices in the hallway and carts rolling by with nurses hurrying to take care of their patients. The seconds on the clock tick slowly by and the …
The Air We Breathe
I don’t think about breathing. It’s just something that I do. Because air is invisible, I just assume it will always be there. But what about when it’s not? Mama is having a heart procedure today because her heart has decided to jump out of rhythm. They’ve got to shock it back in regular sinus …
Messpot Diaries 