Punk Surveillance
A co-worker came by to catch up with us. He had a heart attack last summer; his daughter found him and started the reanimation process, she also alerted their neighbor who continued administering CPR.
When he stepped out of the elevator, i didn't see how the heart attack changed him; when he started to speak, and i had a longer look at his face i realized how broken his body is. His skin has a doughy quality—i anticipated a dent being left if i press a finger against his skin—, his voice is raspy and lacks the strength i was used to, and he needs to manage his breathing, while talking, while moving, he said, that now he understands the importance of breathing techniques.
A member from my rehab group talked with me about their recent diagnosis and medication. I tried to do my best, to ask her about the positives and frustrations of the developments. She told me, it felt like a therapy session, and gave her some ideas. Hopefully it works out.
While waiting for Kirby and the Wife, i took a photo that reminded me of Short Circuit 2, and the term "Punk Surveillance" came to mind.
