really awful cold, a doctor told me that I
had mono. I ignored him and kept on
living as though NyQuil and DayQuil
were magical elixirs. After a week of
this, my urine turned a disgusting brown
shade, and my temperature registered
- I realized I might need to take care
of myself, so I downed some Tylenol,
drank a couple of beers, and went to
sleep.
When Mom found out what was
happening, she drove to Columbus and
took me to the emergency room. She
wasn’t perfect, she wasn’t even a
practicing nurse, but she took it as a
point of pride to supervise every
interaction we had with the health care