illness

One of my friends is ill. Seriously, hospital sort of ill and she is 2 weeks
younger than me. The problem? Blood clots. She has a huge one in the pelvis part of her left leg and tiny bits 
and pieces have broken off from it and have migrated towards the lungs.
It's quite a dangerous ailment. I would be paranoid beyond human
recognition at this point, but no, she is goofing around like she was in
college.
So I've been to the hospital three times and not fainted with
apprehension cause I am the kind of person whose knees go soft
when she enters a krankenhaus and imagines having a
million phantom diseases at the simple sight of a white coat or
a stretcher. Not a pretty sight. However, I held my own and
courageously marched inside.
The truth is she has a splendid view of Manhattan from her window.
People would kill for an apartment with such a view. Chrysler,
Empire and the little odd one close to Flatiron Building. Layers 
of steel, concrete, glass, mortar, optical fiber and God knows
what else, polystyrene... Not that it matters when you are sick,
but it helps the spirit lift up to the skies....Ummmmm, right.
Since I know that bood clots are dangerous beasts and can cause
death, I have been quite worried. It makes you think... But I won't
be pessimistic about it and throw some trite comments about
life, death, dying young, and thus the point of living and justice
and will let you enjoy the view.