this morning #2207.

this morning, my mind was made of cold oatmeal. every time i tried to form a complete sentence, i got about halfway through & then ended up drifting off into some unrelated thought. i offered my partner an embarrassed apology. asked her if we could “discuss this at…is there any coffee left?” she responded to my strange behavior with a justifiable look of concern. didn’t have to say a word. if there’s one thing i’ve learned from her in all our years together, it’s to pay attention to her facial expressions. they often say it all. she took my hand. led me over to the couch & sat me down. “wait here. i’m going to make a call.” she went into the kitchen. spoke into the phone in hushed tones. next i knew, i awoke woozy in a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around my head.