fingers to tap-tap-tap for a few days, even though i knew i was writing crap and it was hard to even do that. just keep the words coming, i told myself. that’s all that matters. word count. by november 14 i was up to 20,542 words. that night i went back to the hospital emergency room again. pneumonia, they said. not all that uncommon after a heart “event”. antibiotics. prescription cough syrup that actually slowed down the coughing enough to let me sleep.
sleep. that’s what i did for several days and nights, waking up just long enough to swallow pills and more of that lovely cough syrup. once in a 