For my grandfather, who could have given Leonidas lessons in Stoicism, this was a massive admission of human frailty. I am not half the tough guy my granddad was. I've had this lung infection for almost two weeks now, and my breaths are getting shallower and shallower, and I have less and less energy to cough, which hurts more and more. This is day three of an antibiotic course, but so far I don't really feel any better.
Fortunately I'm not 80, I don't have cancer or congestive heart failure... but the long dark quiet of the night is still awfully long, and awfully dark.
I would like to breathe freely now, please.