Writer's Block: Overcoming Obstacles
Mar. 27th, 2010 03:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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That would have to be the night I woke up to find Rich standing over me trying to apologize for having to wake me as he alternately coughed and wheezed his way through a serious respiratory attack brought on by bronchitis. We were living at the top of Ygnacio Valley Road where it runs into Clayton Road. I had to get him to the Kaiser in downtown Walnut Creek. "Keep coughing." I told him and stuffed him into the front seat of my Tacoma. He kept trying to apologize, I kept ordering him to shut up and cough. Fortunately it was after midnight, so I cautiously blew through several red lights, figuring a police escort to the ER was better than having him suffocate. The time it took for me to get dressed and hit the swinging doors of the ER was the twelve longest minutes of my life.
They took him in the back, got him on oxygen and an IV drip. Several hours later they sent him home with me, armed with an inhaler and a refill prescription.
The crying jag and attendant shakes happened AFTER we got home.
That would have to be the night I woke up to find Rich standing over me trying to apologize for having to wake me as he alternately coughed and wheezed his way through a serious respiratory attack brought on by bronchitis. We were living at the top of Ygnacio Valley Road where it runs into Clayton Road. I had to get him to the Kaiser in downtown Walnut Creek. "Keep coughing." I told him and stuffed him into the front seat of my Tacoma. He kept trying to apologize, I kept ordering him to shut up and cough. Fortunately it was after midnight, so I cautiously blew through several red lights, figuring a police escort to the ER was better than having him suffocate. The time it took for me to get dressed and hit the swinging doors of the ER was the twelve longest minutes of my life.
They took him in the back, got him on oxygen and an IV drip. Several hours later they sent him home with me, armed with an inhaler and a refill prescription.
The crying jag and attendant shakes happened AFTER we got home.
