i met the most delightful old man in an elevator yesterday morning. he was wearing one of those open-backed hospital gowns and had blood spurting from a big blue vein in his left arm. he had a matching vein popping out of his forehead.
i smiled at him.
"I HATE THIS PLACE! look what they've done to me."
he gingerly touched his puffy arm, and a little rivulet of blood made its way to his wrist.
i wondered if he was supposed to be in a bed somewhere, hooked up to an iv, instead of wandering down to the main floor in nothing but his hospital gown and sneakers.
but the point is not that.
the point is that i left the hospital with a souvenir of my own: a fashionable little holter monitor wired to my chest. with all the wiring under my shirt right now, i could probably convince someone i have a bomb strapped to me.
hoh! i could rob a bank!
a novel idea.
also, do you like my earrings? i got them at a thrift store yesterday for a dollar and they're my new favorite thing. love love love.