Ever have one of those days that crotch punches you then hands you a nice flower?

Early this morning I rushed to the hospital to be with a beloved friend who fell into a coma and is not expected to live. I held his hand, spoke to him and kissed his coconut head. Came home after a few hours, went to sleep, woke up to be informed I have won an award for poetry. Nice and all, but I keep picturing my friend with a machine breathing for him, his chest rising and falling with great force. Horrible. He might pull through, but they are not overly optimistic.