September 18th. Parkland Hospital called and told me to come back to the ER. I had been home from the Parkland ER for less than 24 hours. So I went back. The doctors had just now noticed that my pancreas was being a dick. Again.
On the 24th I was able to, while hooked up to my IV trolley, roll around like a crazy person, which, as you may know, I am. I was staring through overbearing windows when the sky started piercing the air with sharp streaks of lightening.
Obviously, I immediately rolled back to my iPhone, which was on the tray table thingie. Then I rolled back to the window. Then I started filming.
Then I made this little video. 🙂
Wild nights - Wild nights! (269) Emily Dickinson Wild nights - Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile - the winds - To a Heart in port - Done with the Compass - Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden - Ah - the Sea! Might I but moor - tonight - In thee!