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Show 28 I am thinking of the irony of having a heart attack in the hospital but on a psych unit and Darlene pulls herself up straight and is trying to also straighten her face against this intimacy. "I'm sorry," she begins, "I shouldn't be sharing this with a patient." I have gone from being a comforting human being within crisis to "patient" within a single sentence and am trying to think of comforting words anyway. "No," I say, beginning to understand the barriers that exist between us, "I am honored that you would share this with me. Isn't that what it's all about down here?" This psych unit is literally grounded. She is nodding and tears are falling down each of our faces now. I notice that a beam of morning sunlight is just falling onto my bed. Its warmth touches my leg. Muriel remains safely in her room. I am alive. Someone else has needed me. Perhaps I will recover after all. |