When I came home from the hospital last Tuesday — after spending four days surrounded by the noise of people and beeping machines — all I wanted was to be left alone.
A couple of friends brought me home — she drove me and he drove the car I’d taken to the emergency room — and they were generous in their sincere efforts to do anything I needed done. They offered to go get food for me and take care of anything else I needed.
I appreciated all they wanted to do, but all I wanted was for them to leave. I wanted peace and quiet. I wanted to be alone.

Our methods of selling politicians seem designed for mental defectives
I can change my appearance, but my inner self will stay the same
Memo to politicians: Coercion isn’t the same thing as ‘investment’
In a sane world, everyone would think and act exactly the way I do
Don’t ever make politicians angry or they might assassinate you, too
Take time to give honest praise, even when it’s just about a dog
Our need for love lets us ignore past pain and feel hope instead
Drug warrior claims weed killed 37, but you and I can be just as blind