John Velazquez was feeling almost human again.
“I finally got to take a shower,” he said, as he walked across the room and settled gingerly into his hospital bed with the help of his wife, Leona. Mike Smith, John’s pal, was of no help at all.
“The nurses were beginning to talk about how bad you smelled,” Smith said.
Velazquez winced. Usually he’d have a snappy comeback. Right now he was ready for a Tylenol.
“That’s all I want, just to take the edge off,” Velazquez said. “The stronger stuff just makes me feel worse.”