G.I. Jane:

The boy who had settled into neighbor status was also recently diagnosed with Type-1 Diabetes. We would sit and chat about hospital life as we dropped tablets into vials of urine. Notably, we discussed the possibilities of what a cubic centimeter might be, the silliness of having a unit of measurement called a “unit”, and whether or not our mother’s cooking was better than what the cafeteria offered.…

Learning to Live:

My bathroom was shared with the adjacent room. The boy who occupied said room was covered in warts. There must have been scores on just his hands alone. We quickly adopted a sardonic humor about our situation. After a couple days, they removed me from the wheeled IV stand. Still, I was encouraged to stay in bed, but it helped ease the process of using the bathroom.…

Salience:

The room was almost entirely white. What remained was primarily stainless steel, or less commonly, the sort of tan color one imagines when they think of a doctor’s office. The room seemed unnecessarily large, and the wall of windows looked east over a lower rooftop and out toward a brick wall.…

What Time is It?

Before I had even opened my eyes, my other senses indicated that I was not at home. The sounds, smells, and even the temperature were clearly foreign. Strange objects were taped to my body. Some of them felt as if they were actually underneath my skin. Cautiously, I slowly opened my eyes.…

Herbalist’s Floor:

It felt as if it were the middle of the night, though all I can say for certain is that it was dark as Father loaded me into the back seat of the car. It was still dark when Mother nudged me awake as she pulled me into position so Father could lift me again.…