250.→Husband Journey: Missing
So, here we are, room 213B. Robert’s room looks out on the nurse’s station. The nurse’s station keeps an eye on him as he fell out of bed three times in the past. I caught it at a moment when the hustle and bustle had died down. Where was everyone? It is not quiet, never quiet. There is always beeping or chatter or laughing, always a din that lives in the walls and invades sleep and rest, but, eventually, the patients become immune, deafened like they’ve never heard it and the visitor’s nerves remain jangled, and will never get used … Continue reading →