5
David
Sarah came in and stood at the foot of my bed. “Good morning, David. How are you feeling today?”
She moved to my bedside and activated the controller. The bed jolted as it started to move and Fred took the opportunity to give me a spike.
And so began our daily dance. No music played, but we were like an old couple on the floor, so familiar with each other’s motions that no toes were crushed even though the steps were stilted. We took our cue from each other’s actions: set the bed to recliner mode, take the medications, wait ten minutes, lie flat, change diaper, recline again, up for toilet and shaving, clothes on, then to the table for breakfast.
Breakfast was always warm porridge, a small banana, half a piece of buttered toast, and half a cup of tea. I couldn’t taste any of t
