Every so often as I sit with my nothing box, my mind drifts to the memories when my life flashed before me. While most of those moments lasted a handful of heartbeats, a single instance drew out for several days. For those who aren’t aware, Guillain-Barre is a syndrome where your immune system gets kicked into overdrive to combat a disease. Unfortunately, it gets confused and once it’s finished dealing with the original issue; it attacks your nerves. Thankfully, with swift and proper care, I didn’t have a severe case.
And to quote the villager from the witch trial during Monty Python and the Holy Grail…
‘I got better.’
While I eventually made a full recovery for a handful of days, the syndrome forced to sit and stare at the bare hospital walls. Fortunately, even when I’m stuck doing nothing, my mind can churn away, creating a story out of nothing. As I worked through those countless and unforgotten scenarios, the fear of the unknown lessened. It also helped that family made the trip from home. Toward the end of my stay, the knowledge that I’d beaten back the sickness combined with the familiar soothed my soul.
With my mental fingers gripping those memories, I sat down and kept them in mind as I crafted the latest installment of Samuel’s journey.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
“How are you doing today?” Anna asked, pushing the door open with her shoulders. She lifted the tray over her head as she moistened her lips. “Hopefully, you’re ready for your last meal.”
Samuel shoved the brush through the top hole of the LeMat’s cylinder. As his chest expanded, Samuel’s gaze shifted to an empty tube as he clicked his tongue. “After his tireless efforts, the doctor told me I wasn’t in danger of dying. So why are you bringing me a final serving of stew?”
“No need to be snippy.” Anna laid the tray across Samuel’s lap and plucked the part from his grasp. “He’s eager to reclaim his cot for people who are perishing.”
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