Breathless

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February 15, 2015

I landed inside an emergency room.

My first this year to hospitalize myself and to leave my life to two attending physicians, a nun to pray for me, a nurse [who took serious records of my oxygen level, blood pressure, and my ECG (electrocardiogram)], and my son who patiently waited for my immediate recovery.





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