{"id":2284,"date":"2009-04-26T13:44:17","date_gmt":"2009-04-26T13:44:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/?p=2284"},"modified":"2009-04-26T13:44:17","modified_gmt":"2009-04-26T13:44:17","slug":"the_silent_trea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/?p=2284","title":{"rendered":"The Silent Treatment"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was sitting outside the other day with a friend during lunch when my ventilator tube popped off. My friend knew something was wrong because I suddenly wasn’t able to speak and, not noticing the disconnected tube, ran to get my nurse. I can breathe fairly well on my own, so I wasn’t too concerned. Another friend of mine happens by while my friend is away and starts making conversation. Since I’m not able to speak, all I can do is nod my head and move my eyebrows in what I hope is an engaged and active manner. She soon also realized that something was wrong. And the whole time she was trying to talk to me, my biggest worry was that she must think I’m incredibly rude for not saying anything. <\/p>\n

I have a feeling that, even when I’m on my deathbed, I’ll be preoccupied with the worry that I’m going to leave behind a mess for someone to clean up. <\/p>\n

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I was sitting outside the other day with a friend during lunch when my ventilator tube popped off. My friend knew something was wrong because I suddenly wasn’t able to speak and, not noticing the disconnected tube, ran to get my nurse. I can breathe fairly well on my own, so I wasn’t too concerned. […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2284","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-1-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9Iwau-AQ","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2284","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2284"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2284\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2284"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2284"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2284"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}