Monday, June 23, 2008

Things Could Be Worse

Today as I sat by Jane's bedside in hospital as she lay twisting in pain, with a drip in one arm and holding a bowl to throw up in, in the other - I thought, 'Things could be worse.'

In the next room we could hear, 'Carl, Carl, Carl!'
'Open your eyes Carl!'
'Carl!'

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