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    Janet Mercel | Nod If You Can Hear Me
    Apr 13, 2020

    Out With It

    There came a point when I had sat in the offices of enough specialists, and logged enough hours in enough hospitals, that I figured I was only wasting time with my long standing policy of totally lying to all doctors about any hint of a compromised lifestyle.

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    Janet Mercel | Nod If You Can Hear Me
    Apr 13, 2020

    The Battle of Marathon: Reprise

    I was waking up in more emergency rooms than I care to count. Beth Israel. New York Methodist. New York Presbyterian. Lutheran Medical Center. I considered myself an honorary practicing person of whatever faith deemed most convenient, given the hours I logged at any…

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    Janet Mercel | Nod If You Can Hear Me
    Feb 21, 2020

    Regrette Rien

    I leveled out somewhat. I took my days slowly and my nights slower. I followed the lower dosage meds regimen my doctors designed. I went back to work.

    In January, I went to Paris for the design exhibitions. One of my work friends stayed in my hotel room so I wouldn't be alone…

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    Janet Mercel | Nod If You Can Hear Me
    Dec 14, 2019

    Grey Matter | Sweet Potato & Cherry Pudding To Aid Sleep and Clear Confusion

    I was admitted to the hospital for three days of brain tests. Because the damage of Hurricane Sandy was so extensive, many of the hospitals and medical facilities in New York City were still closed…

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    Janet Mercel | Nod If You Can Hear Me
    Dec 13, 2019

    The Corner

    Extreme cold, extreme darkness. I was sick enough at this point I could barely leave my apartment, but I did anyway, all the time. My husband never knew when he was going to return home to find me unconscious and drooling on the floor. Limbs locked, eyes running. He would have no idea how long I’d been…

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