Air

Recently I've been making lots of changes. I've hired some new assistants, I already have one of them trained to take me out after just a week. It's kind of a record. It was during this training process that something... interesting happened.

Last Thursday I decided to have the new assistant, her name's Sarah, take me for dinner and a tattoo in Ybor. Yes, tattoo number seven. It was our first outing alone, other times my Sara came with us. So, Thursday we get out of the house and into the van safe and sound. The drive over is uneventful, absolutely no trouble. We arrive, we park, she unloads the BiPap and chair. Oddly, though, a few seconds after getting into my chair, the BiPap shuts off. Sarah jiggles some things and it comes back on. I figure it's just a fluke, chords get loose. I decide to keep going, that I'm a paranoid wuss if I don't go. Walking to dinner it shuts off a few times, but a little jiggling and it keeps coming back. Dinner's really fun though and I still want my tattoo, so we press on. After this, I don't remember much, my short-term memory didn't make it. Apparently, some time after the tattoo the BiPap decided to go out and wouldn't come back on. I couldn't breathe, passed out, heroically wet myself, as is the case in such circumstances. Sarah was quite smart, she called my Sara and paramedics. She even breathed into my trach tube, which is fucking impressive. I don't really remember anything until I got home. I know the BiPap came back on, I know I didn't die, and I know I have a new tattoo!



So, what exactly is it? It's a French alchemical symbol for air...