As planned, I checked in with my Doctor on Tuesday.
He admitted me into St. Vincent's Hospital.
A nurse's aid went to my apartment to gather some items; I am scheduled for surgery this weekend.
I have no feeling in my fingertips and my hair is falling out in clumps.
I have not heard word from my Daughter since her Wedding Day.
I'm not sure if it's just me and my body shakes, but there seems to be seismic activity, and it's not my imagination that the lights flicker during those moments.
The constant moaning and occasional screams, along with an endless barrage of sirens from the outside world prevent me from a proper sleep.