Summer is (officially and yet unofficially) here! Time to break out the boats, paddleboards, hit the open highway (if you can find one) and take in Memorial Day in all its glory.
For me and my little clan, we are seeing my folks over the weekend, and hubby is getting a much needed break! I’m cleaning up ‘Bernard’ a little bit more before his big re-debut in mid-June (about 3 weeks away)! Like is crazy with work, volunteering, and trying to find a moment to write at all. So much so that I’m considering a tablet. Who out there has one? What can I do with it? I want to: send/save emails, docs, and take conference calls on it via Zoom.
This week we are back with Bernard’s Diary, and things had taken a drastic turn…ending up en route to the hospital 😦
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This week I’m posting from an up-n-coming re-release. Bernard, Diary of a 46-yr-old Bellhop has been transformed into Bernard’s Diary. I’ve set a release date of June 15th and will tease up to that date.
Bernard Covington, suicidal and not the most-handsome man in the world would be happy to leave the world behind altogether. That is until he meets Dr. Jack Larson. The physician takes his wounded heart and soul and patches them back together, but is he Mr. Perfect?
Bernard and Jack develop a romance, but soon the tide begins to shift as Jack’s past is revealed and it becomes a game-changer for the couple to deal with.
Will Bernard and Jack have a happy ending or will he succumb to his desire to end it all or will dealing with Jack’s phantoms keep him going? Only Bernard’s diary knows what secrets lurk in his soul…
“Mr. Covington? Can you hear me?” He pulled out his exam flashlight and pulled up the man’s eyelids one at a time to check the dilation.
“He’s out cold, doc. Cops said they found him like this, pills were right next to him.” One of the medics chimed in.
“How many and what kind?” Dr. Larson asked.
“Effexor, 50 mg. Had 30 pills filled, only 20 were found, and it was just filled.” The nurse drew the necessary blood and labeled it for the lab.
The doctor groaned. He hated seeing suicide cases. “All right, let’s pump his stomach, suture these wrists too. They’re pretty deep.”
“Yes, sir.” The nurse prepared the needle, cleansed the wounds, and very skillfully sewed up the wounds. He wrapped them in a thick, cushy layer of gauze and laid them at the patient’s side. “Good job, Higgins.” Dr. Larson nodded at him