They didn’t get my joke. The one about the bracelts being all inclusive. I had to explain it. Pain killers, CT scan, EKG , MRI, Blooddraw, Halluciantions. The whole package.

My sisters laughed then. If I was making jokes I must be okay.

Was I going to be okay? I confused the medical staff with my symptoms that seemed to have no cause.

They filtered news from me, but I knew the he was not okay. That he had crossed over that thin line of sanity that so many of us skirt. I knew without them telling me that he was gone from me.

I had told him that I wasn’t going anywhere, but he had left without me to a place I couldn’t go. My body shuddered with the loss.

My sisters cringed. The nurses inject. I want to see the dog at the end of my bed.

All inclusive.