I know you won't believe me if I say this: Mr DELL has risen from the dead.
After 2 days of being in a coma, I decided to pull the wires off Mr DELL and let him rest in peace. But somehow, at the back of my head, I believed so much that he is still alive. We have been inseparable, therefore, why should we be apart now?
On the evening of the pseudo demise of Mr DELL, I gave him one last kiss. Now I truly believe that "the kiss of life" do exist. Mr DELL jumped back to life and stayed on with me until today.
Although, like most of my patients who suffered a stroke, Mr DELL is working with a slurred speech.
But who is complaining, eh?