Lucky MeA Poem by David P. EckertLUCKY ME Like so many I lived exhaustion Like the sandman Whispering in my ear Just lie down Driving home from Brooklyn At war with eyes Longing to close Reach my home and office Fully clothed on my couch Sleep till morning The day starts again Chills off and on Every room cold Working because Joint Commission Survey of Surveys Is coming soon Our work lives Depend on it we think Then it’s here and gone Then I’m out sick Urgent care Twice in 8 days Flu-like, no flu Short of breath? Chest x-ray Some labs Then home again Food don’t care Just sleep Whatever this is My liver is unhappy Two more days Same old same old No better Off to hospital CT Scan surprise! Pneumonia COVID suspicions Going nowhere But isolation Alone, but for Doctors and nurses NPs and PCAs No family farewell No visitors Learning to keep Oxygen tubes From falling out my nose Learning, my blood ox Drops down like lung disease If they stop it To see how I’ll do " For 4 days not so well I know no one with COVID I’ve traveled nowhere And no one I know Has gone anywhere We are just too boring To get sick In a foreign land So I blame my job The crowded city hospital My visits to ER triage And call my boss To say “Guess what?” Hospital Day 2 Afebrile in the morning Not in the PM, though Nearly 102 at 1 Feeling awful Not looking good Says the doc Fully 102 As Tylenol Wears off at 9 COVID swab #1 In the pipeline Hospital Day 3 Starts like Day 2 Pleases the doctors Scares me One-thirty PM Shivering non-stop Still no fever By 3 climbs to 105 Ice packs all around By 11, COVID results Negative Wednesday 1:20 AM COVID retested Last low grade temp Day 4 On and off oxygen Days 5 and 6 Weak but breathing Days sitting in a chair Old Vanderbilt estate From the window Big upgrade Commode to bathroom Bed for night Slacker Coffeehouse Streams from my phone All day and night On the mend Nurses hinting Heading home soon And COVID test 2 Comes positive. Day 8 Second Sunday Good News! You leave today Arranging ride home Office isolation 10 more days My family Home quarantined One more week Daily chats Department of Health The road back Takes patience How safe am I Outside my home Back at work Anywhere? Lucky to reach the ER Before the heaviest surf Crashes upon Hospital doors And everyone inside I will be fine But not the same. David P. Eckert 2020 March © 2020 David P. Eckert |
StatsAuthorDavid P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more..Writing
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