Checkpoint
God, not again. How many times has it been now? I lost count after a month or so. Day in, day out, the same thing. I would wake up next to the bed, my legs barely able to hold me up. I would collapse into the hospital cot and call for a nurse. They would rush in and hook me up, check my vital signs, work to keep me breathing. They were good at their jobs, experts at keeping me alive just a few minutes more, then another shot of meds and it was hours, sometimes days. I had just…