Hung jury

“You’ll need to take every moment you can for sleep,” said the resident intern. My head bobbed up to see her flash by. All whites shoes and blue smock. I was sitting in an 5th floor lobby at Emanuel hospital; waiting for my Nana to get back from an x-ray. She took a turn for the worse on Wednesday, with a blood infection and who knows what else. I rose and slipped through the familiar halls. Earlier this summer, Nana had been there after a fall at the assisted living facility.

Going back further, I was born here in 1971.

Sitting in the lobby now. Unable to get a wi-fi signal for some reason. I’m waiting a few more minutes before I check on her again.

The day started with an early crush. Unable to sleep, I shuffled downstairs and climbed on board the Precor. After punching a few data bits – the thing started tracking my pace. I punched on the dvd player to watch a documentary.

Today was jury duty, a task that required an early arrival.

Greer drug himself sleepily across the living room. Rubbing his eyes, he posed for a moment, making his bed head hang sprout oddly. I watch him climb up the chair to get his breakfast. He’s not used to getting up quite so early. His expectation is a day at home, but today he’ll be going to the Y while I serve the city.

Laptop in hand, I was ready to make up for the lack of blogging by finishing up any half-baked, unposted entries while waiting on the court. Surely a whole day waiting for my name to be called would be enough.

Four hours later, they dismissed us due to a lack of active trials.

Now I’m here, wondering if Nana is going to be ok.