Game scores tell only part of story
This is not a story about football, baseball, or any normally entertaining game. It was however, for me, a game of survival. I felt like a gladiator at the Coliseum, when COVID nailed me two years ago. Very sick, I was yet determined not to let it get me. I finally said to Dear Richard, “We have to go to the hospital. I’m getting much worse and I’m not going to get better lying in this recliner.” In minutes, he had warmed the car, notified the E.R., and we were enroute. The score when I walked into the hospital late that night was COVID 98, Marcy 2. I barely had a leg under ...