My father lived and died with numbers.
He asked me what he was doing in the hospital.
I said, "By the time the identified your pneumonia pathogen, your heart was twice its size,.. and you are 90 years old."
He screamed at me, "90? what do you mean 90?"
He had told them 65 at hospital check in.
When I saw them raising the painkiller and lowering the Oxygen, I knew the hospital had decided on killing him.
