"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"Good thing I’m so skinny from starvation, I thought, as I stood pinned behind an IV pole up against the wall (after 18 hours passed without ingesting a single calorie). Funny story in the elevator, though. My Respiratory Therapist hadn’t eaten lunch either."
