another shred of evidence

that things are getting better

I had no idea what was happening really.

I was hungry, unhelpful and, unnecessary.

Utterly powerless, the nurses sent me away.

Go eat something they told me.

Exhausted. Overwhelmed with concern. Disoriented. Lost?

Definitely lost.

In need of something soothing, something familiar.

As such, I found myself wandering down Bay Street. En route to a late night place Doc and I used to haunt.

I’ll get the muscles with the spicy bean sauce. Comfort food.

It was the worst meal ever.

My stomach was churning.

When would it happen?

The contractions were still pretty far apart.

The nurses, brows furrowed said something about heart rates. They weren’t that concerned.

I got the usual.

I didn’t taste it.

I couldn’t finish

It was the worst Chinese food ever.

Not because of the food.

The air was dense and heavy.

The world was about to change in ways I couldn’t imagine.

Through the blur of the night, I remember images.

Orange and blue taxis, land sharks on the prowl, looking for a meal in a meandering late night pedestria…