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I C U

Submitted by lovedly on Thu, 2023-02-23 12:13

No one knows
how a patient feels
in an I C U

Some mistake it to be
as
I See You

unknowingly not really knowing
what's inside growing
why the moaning

a cabbage like feeling
one of pain
state of delirium
unconsciousness
or sub -conscience

What really is happening
is as in broad daylight or darkest midnight
no one is really saying

only Bill meter is glowing
the poor guys to foot the bill
wish it to be all over quickly
Sad 'tis it ...

but why pain
suffering
mountain scoring high bill
who can tell me

Suddenly alarm goes
all rush
what next
anyone's guess...

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
Everyone says go get a check up... Does anyone know when one can land up.. as a rotten cabbage...
Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

Seren

Thu, 2023-02-23 12:22

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I spent a month in ICU in November of 2021, thanks to covid restrictions I didn't see a friendly face except those of the nurses who provided me one on one care the whole time I was there, I didn't even see them for the first week I was in a coma, this has hit me hard, apparently code blue sounded 7 times in 3 days, though I don't remember it. I have never been more peaceful in my life than I was finding myself again after all that.

love and biggest hugs Sis

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

lovedly

Thu, 2023-02-23 12:39

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but just now since a fortnight
a very near and dear one
is in it
Prayers we r offering

You have the experience
when one is drugged
perhaps one does not know

Thanks Sis

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Seren

Thu, 2023-02-23 12:54

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I wasn't drugged my coma it was part of the illness. I have some memories of weird dreams. I had one memory of waking up on a trolley in an elevator with a young intern straddling me pumping my chest. But that was real not a dream I've found out since. But who can know what's relevant and what's not of the rest of my dreams? I'll never know.

Hugs xox

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

lovedly

Fri, 2023-02-24 00:33

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Sis Seren

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