The faint beeping of machines is maddening, yet they continue to ding softly in an unrecognizable tune. No one could see me or recognize me as more than just furniture. They treated me like an old TV dinner in the back of the freezer, ignored me, and left to rot. I couldn’t even close my goddamn eyes without help, and the sun burned through the windows in the afternoons. Nurses would come and go; the