This path is well-worn for him. I don’t know, exactly, what will happen or when, but I do know he can’t keep going the way he is without something giving. Maybe it will be his heart; He hasn’t taken his meds since August. Maybe he’ll get fired or he’ll fall asleep at the wheel? How many nights can he go with only two or three hours of sleep? He’s late getting to work more often then he’s on time. Maybe he’ll get fired? His cough is relentless. He hacks and he hacks and he hacks some more - - several times an hour. People turn their heads to see who is making such a horrid sound. And he can’t seem to catch his breath. He had to stop for several minutes to breathe while spreading out a blanket the other day. I exchanged worried glances with the others in the room who witnessed this, but nobody said a thing.
We all seem to know we are powerless to stop this downward spiral he is in. It sickens me to observe his unraveling.
