Infection Part Two
My friend with ALS is having trouble breathing. He spent two evenings at the ER last week and all of Saturday night in a hospital bed. He no longer sleeps much and goes days at a time without sleeping at all. It sounds like they intubated him for the first time Saturday, although, thankfully, it was only temporary at this point.
Last night I dreamed I was in the back seat of a small car, zooming along miles of nearly deserted parkway. There was not much to look at. Just an occasional strip mall and a couple overpasses clogged with sluggish traffic above us. I was being driven to the airport, but it was still miles away, and my flight was likely already boarding. I was trying to chat with the other passengers in the car and sound upbeat, but I wondered if I make it in time. When I glanced out the window again, rows of poplar trees lined the road, their long branches defying gravity and stretching up to the sky. Their leaves were the colors of autumn, and as the wind whipped the branches of the trees about, the leaves let go, came down in a bright shower, and were briskly whisked across the pavement in front of us. I felt my muscles relax a bit and the panic ebb away. There was simply nothing I could do from here. I would never make it on time.