It was my job to take my dying cousin to dialysis today but for some reason I had trouble remembering it. You’d think with something so important it would be easy to remember, but it wasn’t. I’m starting to wonder if I have feelings, or if I’m being affected by one of those brain diseases. I kept telling myself don’t let him die on your watch, but it didn’t seem to help. I asked a lady friend to remind me to take my cousin to dialysis, she just looked at me in disbelief.
“Are you serious?”
“For some reason it keeps slipping my mind.”
“He could die if he doesn’t go.”
“I know.”
I got him there. I showed up to his house early, as I’m prone to do. He didn’t look so good, but oddly he looked worse when I went back to pick him up. He was weak. It looked like he had the life sucked out of him and in some strange way he had. 
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