I don't know... was it wrong of me to make a movie of my awesome hospital room mate, Irene? Irene, oh Irene... Irene who spent her three days and nights in the hospital hacking up her lungs. Like literally. Irene who, when she isn't hacking up her lungs is shaving with her electric razor. Irene who has it in for nurses and their incessant anti-smoking attitude. Irene who has been smoking for 69 years and isn't going to stop just because she weighs 78 pounds and is on an oxygen tank. She hasn't blown up her face yet, so screw everyone. You tell 'em Irene!! You tell them all night and freaking day and night in your shared hospital room. Just don't get me.
Here is my depiction of what it was like deep in the heart of the night in that hospital room with Irene....
Thinking about Irene who is across the room, angrily hacking and shaking and mumbling and shaving.....
Seeing Irene pop out from behind my curtained off area.
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