I’m sitting in my car waiting for my wife who is at mass I find it impossible to believe in any religion, but I say nothing it is important for my wife to believe in a merciful god. Paris, and agony, my wife prayed but did call an ambulance. Battling doctors, how young they are, I felt like a low paid, reluctant actor in a hospital drama, one who has to play the nurse when he really wanted to be the famous heart transplant surgeon.
The doc asked if I smoked. No! She looked sullen since I didn’t, it is so easy to blame the fag. I said I had smoked 15 years ago, she looked relieved and told me to keep up the good, work: she removed the catheter a lovely pee Is better than sex, if temporarily, now I feel like making love, my wife tells I’m deluded, I say nothing but bid my time, keep a blanket in my car in case I should meet someone who is equally barmy.
