"How are you doing?"

"That's it, there's no noticeable difference."

"It seems that you are not very sensitive."

"Well, if you don't think about it, you won't feel any different from usual."

But how many people can do the pain on themselves without thinking about it? He is like a metal wind chime hanging on the window frame, as long as there is a breeze blowing, it will be noisy, even after the swing stops, the previous sound is like an image imprinted on the film, pressing the loop play button in the head, it cannot be completely over, and sometimes the sound is far louder than the wind chime that is ringing, piercing, lingering.

"How's the sleep?"

José kept his head down and made crooked notes on a blank piece of paper. Representative Foley leans back in his chair, the back of which is as uncomfortable as he had imagined, and this meeting Foley felt much more relaxed and relaxed than the last time he had heard Jose explain his situation.

After all, he was facing the only person in the world who knew about it except himself, although if he hadn't said those words, everything would be better now.

Ever since he found out about his condition, Representative Foley has come to realize that he needs to pretend that he is no different every day, even in his dreams, so as not to say anything in his dreams.

He thought of Ephia in his dream, if she called a certain girl's name, maybe Samel wouldn't take it seriously, and she wasn't even interested in knowing why she was so interested in herself, and when the relationship between the two began to become the same stiff.

Originally, these things were not a problem at all, many families may be like this, and Foley didn't think there was anything urgent to change, but since the last time he came to the hospital, Foley has paid more and more attention to these things, and things that he would not have remembered occupied his brain, and the time that could have been concentrated was often interrupted and scattered, making completing the work a task that was several times harder than the original.

"Sleep is not good."

"Need I get you some sleep aids?"

"No, this sleeping pill is useless at all, I want to change it to a new one, you have to ask the doctor to give me a medicine that can fall asleep as soon as I take it."

The mother's voice echoed in my ears, and I could hear anger and wheezing over the phone.

"I haven't slept in weeks, I can't sleep all night, I can sleep for two hours, and now I can't sleep for a minute."

"The doctors didn't prescribe me medicine properly, and it was useless to take so many medicines, and I still couldn't sleep."

"Can you fall asleep during the day?"

"No, I can't sleep during the day, I get sleepy during the day, my head is full of chaotic sounds, and I can't sleep at all. At night, after dark, I fell asleep all night listening to the sound of the rain, hell, if I don't get sick and die like this, I will die because I don't sleep. ”

In my mother's last year, the rainy season was longer than any other in my memory, and my father sat in the yard without saying a word, waiting to finish a headache of caring for the oxygen cylinders.

The large oxygen cylinders were too heavy to carry, and my father would be pale when he finished moving, and he would sit on the steps of the yard for a while to recover, and every Friday, Foley would take the same flight home after work, and the first thing he did when he got home was to change the oxygen cylinders.

In the middle of the night, my mother often felt difficult to breathe, and gradually from inhaling a few breaths of fresh oxygen to relying on this thing more and more frequently, as long as the oxygen level was low, my mother began to wheez, panting and her chest rose and fell, as if she was climbing an unreachable snow-capped mountain. When normal things like breathing and sleep become a distant luxury, it's not hard to imagine anyone going crazy. For a long time, my mother's greatest wish was to be able to sleep, and she seemed willing to pay any price as long as she could sleep.

"Get me some of that, Foley."

"Which one?"

"It's the one that makes you feel good when you eat it. You young people must know how to get it. ”

"Foley, I haven't slept in a month, and I'm scared when it gets dark."

"My eyes light up when it's dark, as if I had become a girl, and I didn't have you then, and if I hadn't married your father, I wouldn't be like this now."

"I've never seen someone as nice as my father." Representative Foley retorts.

"Well, you don't know what it means to be good, if it weren't for you."

"Mom, don't be like this, you can't sleep because you think too much, don't think about it, okay."

"Need sleep medicine? Your face doesn't look good, Foley. ”

Representative Foley comes back to his senses to find José looking at him, his wrist resting on a blank piece of paper, waiting for his answer.

"What did you just say, doctor?"

"I said you don't look good, have you been sleeping late lately?"

"No, I don't have a problem sleeping, not a problem for the time being."

"That's good, let me know if you need to come next week. Have you discussed your situation with your family? ”

"Not yet, I don't know what to say yet."

"Nothing else."

"Thank you, doctor. How long will I live? ”

José didn't answer right away, looked at Forley and lowered his head. Foley was familiar with the doctor's expression, and he had seen a similar look from his mother's attending doctor, Lance.

"In addition to insurance, if you want to have some tests, of course, it depends on your wishes."

"How long will my mother live."

"This is different for everyone, and some people live until they are 90 years old."

"Everybody is different, Foley."

José's answer was expected.

"I'll go first, doctor, maybe I'll use sleep aids."

"Got it, take it easy, Foley."

Representative Foley smiles, he understands what Jose's words mean, it sounds the same as if he didn't say it, but for Foley, he feels that after meeting with the doctor, although he didn't get better news, his mood was the most relaxed in a week. After standing up, not only did I not feel weakness in my legs, but on the contrary, my steps were much easier.

Walking out of the office, the nurse in the hallway smiled at him, he smiled back from the heart, and even walked to the elevator humming a tune, thinking that he had neglected his exercise for this annoying thing for a week and went straight to the stairs, almost trotting downstairs.

It was as if he had gone back to a time when he didn't know anything, as if he had gone back to a week ago, when nothing had happened, but he felt a vague discomfort in the back, which could be explained by a muscle strain or the pain caused by a long time in front of the computer.

When Representative Foley ran out of the hospital door, he felt relaxed and even faintly excited.

Foley was a little surprised as to why he was suddenly in such a good mood, and he planned to go to the mall to buy John's usual toothpaste.