March Madness

The title refers to basketball, though it could just as well refer to our lives here in cold, unfriendly Minnesota. My wife is home from the hospital after spending 10 days in the psych ward of a large hospital downtown. Her suicide attempt failed, but it wasn't from a lack of trying. She thought 30 prescription sleeping pills would end the pain, but we both learned that those particular pills, even though prescribed by a physician, aren't fatal, even if you take 30, which she did. So now she's attending daily therapy from 9 AM to 6 PM at that same large hospital downtown.

She'll never be able to return to the horribly stressful job she had, so our fortunes are definitely taking a turn for the worse. At least today, we're okay. And I'm taking life less than one day at a time. Sometimes I'm taking it a few minutes, an hour at a time. We have no friends in this very odd place called The Twin Cities. Neither of us find the people here very warm, pardon the pun. And almost every native I was able to bring this up to agrees with me. The people here are extremely reserved and wouldn't say hello if it brought them eternal life.

Again, think good thoughts of us as you go through your daily routines. We're both frightened about the future. And we're alone.