I have two souvenir t-shirts now. One is almost eighteen years old, and the other is just nine weeks old. One is white and the other is red, but both were cut from my body in the back of an ambulance.
I was working on doing laundry this morning. I am returning to work this week and I am going through my things, putting together my work clothes. Tossed in the corner of the laundry room was the hospital...
