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Show \- 311 more but crying and I am trying to gain control. It appears that I have not had much control lately. "What are you really worried about?" she is asking and before I can think better of it, I am telling her that I am afraid she will decide that I am just way too much work and cause for way too much lost sleep and she will send me back to the teaching hospital. "No," she is saying and I can finally catch my breath. "I said I would take you as a patient and I meant it. I'm in this for the long haul." I can barely speak. "Thank you," I whisper. I can hear my neighbor's horses whinnying in the mountain ravine next to our home as I punch off the telephone. Maybe tonight I will sleep. |