Just inhale....

I lie here, day after day. What has it been? Seven years now, I think. If only. If only I could choke on something. Maybe tonight when Mary shoves that pink spongy thing in my mouth to clean my teeth. That's it. I will try to inhale at just the right time so I aspirate on the liquid. I could get pneumonia. Yes. I'll be very careful not to cough when someone is in the room so they don't suspect anything. Maybe that one girl who talks to me like I'm here. She asks me questions and looks for a response. I try to tell her but I just can't. She asks me if I am comfortable. She looks. She gets no response. What can she do anyway. She has to change my diaper.....every two hours, it seems. And, apparently they are supposed to rotate my position by shoving a pillow under my hip. It really hurts. That one girl asks me if I am comfortable. At least she asks. I wish she was here now. I just can't take this any more. lying in bed twenty four hours a day. The classical radio station is always on the radio. What a bore. Oh wait. Here comes someone. Aw, two girls. " So this is Mr. ---. He has been like this for more than seven years" I knew it. It has been seven years. "He can't see or hear anything" The hell I can't! "Always put a cloth on his penis when you change him cause he pees every time you take off his diaper. He always has a bowel movement so you have to clean him really good. You know, he had an advance directive before he had his stroke. He didn't want to be kept alive if this should happen, but his wife somehow fought it and won." Yes, I will try to inhale at just the right time......