Recently, I was walking home from town with a friend, when I felt a pain in my chest and then felt dizzy. I told my friend I needed to sit down for a while. Unfortunately, he had his cell phone handy, and the next thing I knew, I was being loaded into an ambulance. I was taken to a hospital and given lots of tests, which I passed with flying colors. I wrote the following nonsense while I was in the emergency room, waiting to be dismissed and suffering from extreme boredom.
When is a life worth saving?
Is every life worth saving?
Is my life worth saving?
Five hours ago, I was fine.
Walking down King Street, not a care in the world.
Now I'm in the emergency room, connected to tubes and moniters,
wondering if I'll leave here on my feet...or feet first.
Will this be my "last write?"
Will a priest give me last rites?
Will a lawyer read me my rights?
Am I in the right?
Will my good health be right back?
I'm not writing with my right hand.
For me, my left hand is the right hand.
My right hand is the wrong hand.
What is wrong with me?
NOTHING!
I'm fine!
I'm good to go!
And when the paperwork is done,
I'm outta here!
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Since then, I have been traumatized by the results of that paperwork, the part that involves dollar signs. Lots and lots of dollar signs.
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7 comments:
You got well soon before anyone had a chance to send you a get-well-soon card, Madam Z. I will still celebrate your return to good health.
Thank you, GB. And I will celebrate your celebration.
I'm glad the first I'm hearing of this is that it was a false alarm! "Right" fine use of time while held hostage at the hospital though!
Glad you are ok Madam!
Thank you, Harry. You are a write fine cowboy.
Did a gaggle of docs stand at the foot of your bed and mumble and nod to each other? Did someone measure your height while you were in bed? Were the nurses crying? Did your room fill with huge vases of lilies?
If not then you're OK.
About those med bills ... time to move and change your name. I understand healthcare in Turkey is very affordable.
Gah! You are worth every penny sweet lady. Dip your middle finger in ink and imprint the bill with that because that's how much they were able to help you out! (Yeah, I have an attitude towards the med community these days)
Hugs hon. I'm so glad you are ok.
Glad you're fine ... And it's better to be safe than sorry...
Neat poem!
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