Not wine – just tea!
Laying
in a hospital bed,
Looking over at others , looking like death.
Wonder what's wrong why are they here?
The same as me, they felt much fear .
Got mobile phone and a book
Some words to write in a notebook .
Some wonderful nurses doing their inspections
Looking after us with all our infections .
My CRP bloods were much too high,
Not 5 but 500 , so sky high!
Haven't felt that well at all,
The pain with it made me squall.
The blood and the watery pus
Run out of me like a fast driven bus,
I lost so much but at last, flat
And so relieved to have arrived at that.
Hooked up to good old IV
I've asked for wine - but just get tea!
The antibiotics doing their job
All cleverly given after that swab.
The night angels come and check
Regularly while we rest our heads .
And while their magic work their charm
We're being well looked after not coming to harm.
What we all didn't foresee
Was the sepsis that got too close to me.
I could have got very ill
And thank the nurses for the pills
And all the while, the cannula in my arm
With vital drugs that kill the germs
Between life and death threatening
That deep veined needle carries within.
Just a thank you for your care
Your kindness , empathy, when I was scared
My stay in hospital , calm through and through
And this was all because of you .
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