The Goog Nooz Is...

She's got the prettiest smile, two giant incisors, and dimples that could suck out all the negative energy from the world. She's beautiful to look at.  She's a princess. She's two years old.  I have more of these. One is three years old. Why then did I think I could leave that behind?  He's gorgeous. Taller than me. Eyes that can end wars and the softest shag of hair you can ever find on a boy. His 19-year-old, bright eyes look to me for protection against the world's demands. Who did I think I would leave that for? How could I think it would be acceptable to turn those eyes red and break that heart into a million shards? I look like her. Others still think we are sisters. We giggle at the very sight of each other. There is never a silent moment when we're together. She has a heart of gold, and I'm jealous because I share her with the world, but I'm also proud that I share her with the world. I am the beginning of her reproductive energy....

1. Seven days! Seven days in a high-care unit and the voices have started to get louder and more brazen.  "You're dying faster " "You left your son alone at home. Irresponsible mother!" "What did you think was gonna happen?" "You work too hard for your abilities!"  There's a distilled water bottle bubbling soothingly above my head. This keeps the oxygen supply from drying up my nose. It's sounding less like a pond and more like a damning cauldron.  2.   The initial pneumonia infection that brought me here has since been zapped by various antibiotics. What remains are the effects. Lungs are balloons, but that doesn't mean they ought to stay inflated. But not mine, nah ah. Mine got carried away and now their inflated all the way up, making it hard to bring in some new air to, you know, continue breathing.  3. A scan, an x-ray, antidepressants and a cocktail of life-keeper pills later, we see the way.  I need to stay indoors.  Indoo...