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I cannot do this today. That was
the single thought that roamed through Alma’s mind. Not
today.
Her frequent falls had led her to
this moment of distress, with
her ankle wrapped and
restrained, up on a cassock. Alma had
not told anyone of her ‘spells’ where her vision filled with sparkling dots and lines, then turning to black. Where she opened her eyes to
discover she was lying on the floor.
“What mischief have we been up to
lately?” the visiting home nurse had asked Alma, after checking all the vitals
and settling her into her comfortable chair.
“Oh, we see your niece has brought us donuts again. We
cannot have that, can we, not with your sugar levels…”
The donuts went out the door, along
with the nurse, who promised to return in two hours. “We’ll be here soon. Doctor will want to see that ankle. We wouldn't want to do anything to make it
worse, would we?”
I don’t want this today. Alma gazed out the window at the nurse as she
drove away. I don’t want them to find out…
Snow began to float
outside, while the sparkling
dots and lines again filled her vision.
P.S. A dark turn, I know. Migraines do that to me. Anyways....
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