How to Love An American Man
“She’d had a dizzy spell and blacked out in the hallway; somehow, she said, she’d managed not to fall. “I just called the doctor’s office and they think I may have had a ministroke,” she told me. “Can you come and take me there?”
There was no car at our house, so I dialed my brother and asked him to rush home from work and drive me into town. I stayed quiet in the car so he could zip around the slick roads with high concentration—winter had pounded us for what would be one final time this year, ...casting the sky in the same bleak tone as the slush that lined the highway. My temple rested against the cold passenger-side window with the same hurried dread I felt flying home when Grandpa was dying.
When the receptionist called Grandma and me from the waiting room, the nurses hardly acted concerned. One stuck a tongue thermometer with a spiral cord under Grandma’s tongue and gazed up at the ceiling while another slapped a blood pressure sleeve around Grandma’s arm. “That’s cold!”MoreLess
There was no car at our house, so I dialed my brother and asked him to rush home from work and drive me into town. I stayed quiet in the car so he could zip around the slick roads with high concentration—winter had pounded us for what would be one final time this year, ...casting the sky in the same bleak tone as the slush that lined the highway. My temple rested against the cold passenger-side window with the same hurried dread I felt flying home when Grandpa was dying.
When the receptionist called Grandma and me from the waiting room, the nurses hardly acted concerned. One stuck a tongue thermometer with a spiral cord under Grandma’s tongue and gazed up at the ceiling while another slapped a blood pressure sleeve around Grandma’s arm. “That’s cold!”MoreLess
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