The room was dark, save for the pallid light from the hallway and cluttered nurse's station. It's the same story and slow waltz, I lay there lifeless in the emergency observation unit of Northeast Georgia Medical Center, a glorified luxury prison, hooked to all my spaghetti tubes and plethora of tangled wires, my malfunctioning organs in violent spasms, and somehow being injected with potassium into my hand-IV was the most excruciating pain of this event, as that felt like being infused with volcano fire that screamed throughout my entire left arm, I am tougher than an old ammo case, old boots and old clothes, I am unbroken and more stubborn than a mountain that will not bend the knee if she doesn't want to.
I would like some relief, a fancy wooden staircase and spirals of blue rain, as this timeless scene set in my private room with a fleet of nurses at my disposal plays out into the quiet gloaming of another day, a new day. There is no resting in the hospital suite because every hour someone comes in and takes your blood, they check vitals and order medicine. Most of them know me, they call me pet names and one nurse even took my socks off for me and put the no-slip hospital socks on me, that was a first, I could barely keep my eyes open long enough to thank her for the unnecessary kindness, I think I have 8 pairs of those socks now, they're all gray save for one beige pair, I am always on the lookout for new colors.
I'll be glad when this nightmare is over, a new sky and better days ahead as the weather is no longer balmy, the leaves are scattered and the black birds on the ground always look like tiny priests, I like watching the sunlight break through the goblin-finger-like branches and my face is rounder than the daytime moon.