My nurse/speech therapist: Therese, is helping me transcribe this message under the Baltimore sky. A device tracking my eyeball, on the first day of spring, reminds me of months gone by since January 1st, when the MRSA, found me, caused a viral blur until tonight’s hurried email, version six. The only way of communicating with you is the imperfect, mass email. I’ve tried and failed to send this email hundreds of times. Drafting ceilings of questions about what is happening with families, friends, hallucinating my son’s laughter in the hospital hallways. I miss that. I have a trach and can only communicate using my eye gaze computer device.
Hope everyone is doing well, I would love to hear from you all.