SafariA Poem by The Blood Poeta strange blue painting a gurney the sound of a blood pressure pump the smell of antiseptic
an abandoned wheelchair an old woman calls for help she does not know where she is she wonders by again
the elevators are slow I took my oxygen mask off and go for a chest X-ray but had to do it over because I forgot to take my ipod out of my breast pocket
Music and guided imagery has become my favourite medicine right now. my ipod kept close to my heart but remember to remove from pocket during X-rays
a team of student doctors wish to see a sickle cell patient I feel like a gazelle in a zoo a fish in a fish bowl a pet in a petting zoo
more blood has been taken in one week they have taken over 30 blood tests and administer nearly 4 IVs injection sites are all over my hands and arms and the vein in my IV have collapsed again the IV nurse cannot find any more veins for my new IV; it is time for a pick line
my arms look like a junky I’ll where long sleeves and gloves for a while thankfully it is winter and not summer
a woman crazed with schizophrenia having daylight hallucinations, battles with God as she screams at him that she loves him and hates him and wrestles with angels and nurses. I oddly admire the mythology of her mind " no mundane imaginings there.
a 93 year old man is my hospital roommate and coughs all night keeping me awake at night he is very confused and wants to go home; he wanders the halls in his diaper he asks if the horses have been readied for his trip.
the 93 year old man is being told by a social worker that he must go to a nursing home he says that sounds like an orphanage I try not to listen to their conversation, but my heart goes out to him
The nurses this evening have been kind bringing me hot water for my tea me and my 93 year old roommate are cold they have run out of blankets at the hospital
I pack my things to leave. I say goodbye to the nurses and thank them for their help. I try to say goodbye to my roommate but he does not remember who I am anymore © 2013 The Blood Poet |
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Added on June 15, 2013 Last Updated on June 15, 2013 Tags: poetry, sickle cell anemia, anemia, illness, Canada, health, black poetry, African Canadian, African American, African, Africa, Black women AuthorThe Blood PoetVancouver, BC, CanadaAboutPublished poet, children's author and illustrator. I teach creative writing and art. Looking to meet other wondrous writing souls. more..Writing
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