anthony sits at a cluttered desk, its 2218, he always starts to wander. the endless amount of contact information strewn his eye line about this doctor or that doctor. different units of the hospital. pt. names and their charts and coffee cups, half full, or empty, mostly straight black, hard to find decent creamer around.
these are not his deep pondering thoughts though, distractions mostly. staff member shoes squeak by and it brings him back to the ED.
...a deep breath pulls him away...
anthony had a room mate who is has moved out recently...they have gotten close to say the least...he could remember the day that they did; matador happy hour, just when he got off work. she almost rain checked, and so did he... rarely does anthony stay out past his bed time...
but there they sat, just the two off them, over a glass of spanish wine, rioja, a must have at that time of night. the conversation delving deeper and deeper and deeper. the air getting thick with anecdotes and personal histories.
it must have been the wine, or fatigue that got anthony to tell the tail of recent events that he has kept buried to almost every one...
to tell this short story one must visualize perfect beauty. and that perfectness add trust and honesty, then add absolute love. not the kind you buy in bulk as some people do. but that one, true blue as the sky, love.
and then take it all away... and bury it 6 feet deep. hodgkin's disease, cancer depth.
its been months now...
people have asked anthony, "why aren't you seeing any body", or "why aren't you happy with who you meet." ... there is no reply. anthony loves coffee conversations, and dinner dates, and a pint or two, but thats tends to be it... commitment issues? or just the fact that he is busy in his own world with out a throw rope too any things or anybody. or its just too damn short.
the squeaky shoes walk by again... back to this world. the only world that is constant. anthony tug on his scrub bottoms and realize that they have been tucked in his left sock...
1 comments:
Something tells me that Heidi (Anthony's roommate) has had an intense day and could really use a chat with a good friend over a big glass of pinot noir (which is what she was drinking that nite)...
...too bad she's far away now
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