I’m in the hospital waiting to be seen. I watch others lying on their stretchers being treated. It’s a melange of a waiting room, general practitioner’s office, and surgical suite. I see myself on a stretcher. I have two bodies. I address this with the nurse and ask if I’m ok. She tells me she found something and that I need to go get treated and to go see the other nurse waiting for me in a surgical suite. I’m really worried now and start to cry. She seems unable to tell me something serious. That I’m much more sick than I thought I was. That in fact, I'm not simply visiting and that this has become home.