My day has not ended yet. No bandana. No paint markers. No Facebook like button to press. He’s laying here, tubes up his nose, in his mouth, unable to breathe on his own. Lights flashing, and that annoying constant beep…beep…beep. I care, but there is nothing I can do, except be here. Be here, when I’d rather be home, painting…I’m sure he’d rather be home too. Who cares?
Note to self: pressing the like button, and online ego gratification is not intensive caring….beep…beep…beep.