illusive clear fluid. I don't understand anything in my life right now. First, I have the dreams of my life before the hospital and the blood conspiracy going in now, somehow, I feel like they're related.
Another day passed, and I gained a roommate: an elderly woman who you automatically called a dearafter only being with her five minutes. She had the loveliest curly white hair, with strands of pastel blue and pink. Her smile was teh warmest, reaching out to pet your heart and she told me the cutest stories that always made you want to laugh and cry at the same time. She touched me so much, and she was dying of some new virus the doctors don't understand yet. I love her company, and it saddened me to know that such a kind person would be plucked from this Earth. But on teh same plate, I knew she would be so much happier on the other side, leaving this suffering she was forced to endure.
"My son's divorced, since last year," she'd say with such a hurt I wanted to say I was sorry, but not interrupt her at the same time. "Yes, He had a beautiful little girl of age six. Cute as a dumplings.. That's what I called her, dumpling. And she would smile kind of a dry sweet, showing all the teeth she had, and didn't have. She divorced him, you know. Wendy took our dumplings to New Jersey. And here we are in California writing her letters since it's too far to visit. My Tom called me every night, during and after the divorce. He was so heart-broken. My poor poor Tom. She left him, for soem doctor in New Jersey, a doctor who was working on my virus. I guess I brought them together, and took dumplings away from Tom." She would wring her hands now, and laugh nervously. "Do you have any children, George?"
"No, I"m not married. but my girlfriend has a 3 year old son, Zack. She's divorced, too. I don't know much about it. I have some memory blockage. Bit of selective amnesia they say."
"You don't remember anything?"
"Well, up to a certain point I remember almost everything I think I did. But then the rest is almost all gone. It comes back to me in cryptic dreams, though."
"Well, honey, I remember when my sister fell off the
