The whole picture

Below the GW Bridge in the am, the bridge that crosses from the Bronx to Manhattan. As long as I remember, I always loved the silhouette of the skyline driving past as the sun rises or falls with it. It always seemed full of new possibilities, a whole new life, like entering a whole new world. Over the years the connotations and dreams have passed, grown, somehow changed, but the feelings have remained the same: the awestruck pattern of possibility ahead. It still exists. But I never thought I'd be a patient. Now, I am. I was admitted via ambulance after having a "near syncopal" episode (almost passing out) at my appt. With Dr. O tues. It was the clinic's first day with seeing patients. I made an impression for sure at the brand new lymphatic center on 60th and 5th. Gorgeous place but in the process of the moving, All records were being moved. It is Chinese New Year today. Canal st is having dragon dancers. I know x would love it. I had only come to nyc for a check up. I packed up three sets of hospital outfits. I had jewelry pieces, my hobbies. I kept obsessing over small hobbies to keep me busy. These are things I never do. Then I slept, a comatose sleep. I barely woke up to call NHPR regarding "obamacare," and what would happen if the ACA was federally overturned during my treatment, taking away the 2 million stipend for me to continue my care? The professional answer: they don't know.