What’s your name? Taylor Coffman.

Do you know where you are? The hospital.

What is the date? February 17, 2022.

Who’s the president? Biden.

What’s the capital of Canada? Uh-oh. Ottawa? Do Americans typically know that?

I tried to respond to my new internist, but the answers didn’t flow from me. Each one caused a stutter the size of Mariana Trench — and it terrified me.

Plus, I was twitching so badly, my arms were practically useless.

I’d been in the hospital for a month. Zach, my husband, was at home in our apartment taking care of my newborn baby with my mother. It wasn’t easy for them: small apartment, new baby, one bathroom, my life hanging in the balance.

For the last few weeks, I’d been cycling in and out of the ICU. Zach had even gotten “the talk” — a doctor had called i

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