Mom and Emmett

I finally constructed my ‘door-as-desk’ project and am now placing my belongings in a more fashionable place: my desk (as opposed to the kitchen table). However, my evening unpacking has lead me to rediscover a small piece of paper. On the folded scrap of white printer paper, I inscribed the following note:

• HR – 128
• BP – 86/46 (61)
• SpO2 – 99
• 250ml/hr

These are my mother’s, Mary Albers, (God rest her soul) evening medical stats that I scribbled during one of my many visits to the University of Iowa Hospitals. I reported them to my family in an email when I got home from the hospital.

I miss her so much.