Post by mor on Aug 30, 2010 13:04:56 GMT -8
It’s a simple operation, my Doctor said!.
You’ll probably be out the same day.
Floating, it seemed through a tunnel
of strange red translucent light
I emerged naked in a grey room.
Shadowy figures hovered around me
was I really in Hell, it certainly seemed so
as I drifted in and out of consciousness.
Why was I back in the Congo again?
dead bodies were piling upon me
holding me down, so I could not move
I tried to cry out, no sound was heard.
Yet I heard voices- muted and strange
many hands appeared to be lifting me
only to me put down again
on a bed that appeared to move on its own.
Someone took my hand, can you hear me
I heard a voice say “Yes” I tried to reply
no sound came out only a croak
from a traumatised larynx.
Do you know where you are the voice asked?
No!, I shaking my head weakly,
as if too frightened to hear the truth.
You’re in intensive care, you have been very ill
but we’re going to get you well again
Soon we will have you back in your own ward.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Here! you can suck it through a straw
until you are able to sit up.
I then realising I could not move
only my arms seemed to belong to me
everything else appeared quite dead.
I have never known a cup of tea so welcome.
Above me, a machine bleeped endless messages
as nurses took blood, and bags dripped fluid
through various tubes
suddenly the bleeps changed
whats happening I thought!
The doctor looked concerned; we need a fresh line in
he said- “his blood pressured has dropped”
six attempts to insert a needle failed
in veins that were now as flat as pancakes
and were hurting like hell at each attempt
slowly I drifted back into oblivion.
Days and nights had little difference
as the routine continued
gradually I became aware of others
some lying deathly silent
others making strange noises
through tubes and masks
as life hung by a thread
on a journey of no return.
Slowly my vision returned
as the effects of the morphine wore off
Now I could even read the names on the badges
as nurses went about their duties
I can wriggle my toes I exclaimed!
excited as a toddler taking his first steps
Little did I know how mine would turn out.
Soon, though it seemed like eternity
the great day arrived
and I was to be trundled back
down corridors, into lifts
’till finally we arrived at C3
straight into the isolation room
apparently, I was still highly infectious.
A familiar face greeted me
Oh! I am so glad you’re back
she said kissing me
I really thought we had lost you.
She had great fun emptying my stoma bag.
Which just goes to show
I always seem to miss the exciting parts.
Though learning to walk again
was not easy, who would have believed it
six months in a hospital bed
and I had to learn all over again.
Nobody looking me now
could ever have thought
that I once was a marathon runner.
Mor.
You’ll probably be out the same day.
Floating, it seemed through a tunnel
of strange red translucent light
I emerged naked in a grey room.
Shadowy figures hovered around me
was I really in Hell, it certainly seemed so
as I drifted in and out of consciousness.
Why was I back in the Congo again?
dead bodies were piling upon me
holding me down, so I could not move
I tried to cry out, no sound was heard.
Yet I heard voices- muted and strange
many hands appeared to be lifting me
only to me put down again
on a bed that appeared to move on its own.
Someone took my hand, can you hear me
I heard a voice say “Yes” I tried to reply
no sound came out only a croak
from a traumatised larynx.
Do you know where you are the voice asked?
No!, I shaking my head weakly,
as if too frightened to hear the truth.
You’re in intensive care, you have been very ill
but we’re going to get you well again
Soon we will have you back in your own ward.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Here! you can suck it through a straw
until you are able to sit up.
I then realising I could not move
only my arms seemed to belong to me
everything else appeared quite dead.
I have never known a cup of tea so welcome.
Above me, a machine bleeped endless messages
as nurses took blood, and bags dripped fluid
through various tubes
suddenly the bleeps changed
whats happening I thought!
The doctor looked concerned; we need a fresh line in
he said- “his blood pressured has dropped”
six attempts to insert a needle failed
in veins that were now as flat as pancakes
and were hurting like hell at each attempt
slowly I drifted back into oblivion.
Days and nights had little difference
as the routine continued
gradually I became aware of others
some lying deathly silent
others making strange noises
through tubes and masks
as life hung by a thread
on a journey of no return.
Slowly my vision returned
as the effects of the morphine wore off
Now I could even read the names on the badges
as nurses went about their duties
I can wriggle my toes I exclaimed!
excited as a toddler taking his first steps
Little did I know how mine would turn out.
Soon, though it seemed like eternity
the great day arrived
and I was to be trundled back
down corridors, into lifts
’till finally we arrived at C3
straight into the isolation room
apparently, I was still highly infectious.
A familiar face greeted me
Oh! I am so glad you’re back
she said kissing me
I really thought we had lost you.
She had great fun emptying my stoma bag.
Which just goes to show
I always seem to miss the exciting parts.
Though learning to walk again
was not easy, who would have believed it
six months in a hospital bed
and I had to learn all over again.
Nobody looking me now
could ever have thought
that I once was a marathon runner.
Mor.
