I got up early and headed over to George Washington Hospital. I made my way to room 311. I poked my head in to see Anthony reclined in a standard hospital bed, his head cocked back at an angle watching a TV hanging from the ceiling.
He was happy to see me.
He told me that they were adjusting his medications and trying to stabilize his blood pressure. “They say they are gonna release me today but that all depends on getting my blood pressure way down.”
Our conversation was intermittent. His concerns and thoughts were clearly visible on his bearded face.
“I’m just waiting on Continue reading