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!