A Life That Counts

                                                              I was chasing the chills with a cup of coffee in the morning. I regret not to see the rays of the sun nor her downfall on the way to and home from the hospital. It must have been a lovely escape from the torments between death and life game.               I was enthusiastic to have good one til I step on the room. My patient from yesterday was dried out of IVF and she was lying, the same position I saw from yesterday--the same affect, the same coldness, the same immobility but her  daughter insists they had a brisk walk before I came in. If it's a lie or not, I do not know. She has no medications at the bedside and I was wondering why. I made a prescription to get another bottle of IVF to consume for there's no ...