A hospital called me, saying my brother was there in ICU on a ventilator with pneumonia. I hadn't heard from him in years. I went to visit him yesterday. He was off the vent and improving. He was too sedated to interact with me. I went again earlier this evening. He was alert and told me to, "Go away." So I left. I won't go back. Now I'm so fatigued and sleepy. I'm depressed, but I keep trying to believe that this feeling won't last.