You were feeling pretty crappy, really. The pain was rough, and your ankles and calves had been swelling for the past 24 hours. You weren’t coughing too, too much – but you were coughing.
I got your meds ready, gave you a Perc and a Xanax.
Asked you if you wanted to go to the ER – I know the S&S of acute CHF, and I was scared. You said no. So, we called the nurse’s line. They said to give you another dose of Lasix. And so, we did.
You promised that if things didn’t clear up by Boxing Day, we’d go to the ER.
And at 1:20am on Christmas morning….
You had to leave me.
Even now, darlin’ – I miss you.
RIP, babe.
Advertisement
