Once again, a narrow escape from the hospital. Twice in three weeks. This had better not become a habit for me. Creativity doesn’t seem to root well in a hospital.
For half the time, my next-room neighbor was a chained felon, complete with 24-hour armed guards. I don’t have the slightest idea of what he was in for (illness or incarceration), but I’m hopefully assuming he was some kind of mastermind of diamond thievery or perhaps a mafioso of elegant and brutal repute. Or perhaps he was just an incompetent shoplifter.
At any rate, we’ll never know.
So glad to hear they let you out, and didn’t feel the need to add some armed guard to your room as well!
you really know how to live on the edge, don’t you? I’m hoping and praying you back to good health, and that all is well.
That made me smile. I’m not sure if I know how to live there, but I seem to be there right now. Interesting times!
just think of all the personal experience (read, fodder) you are gaining. no one will ever say that you have no clue what you’re talking about when you write one of your characters with similar experientiae.