Anyone who has ever been in the hospital knows there is a tendency for you to feel exposed and vulnerable. Wearing some flimsy robe likely made of tissue paper and those tiny slipper things that cover approximately 1/3 of the bottom half of you foot, it’s hard not to really.
Happily I’ve not been forced into such scenarios with any frequency. There is another however, also in the quasi medical arena. A place where you sit in a tiny chair, surrounded by many others at far too close a distance. Sounds of coughing and sneezing, crying and lovely stories of horrific overshares. The absurdly bright white light piercing through your very eyelids. God help you, you’re waiting for your prescription at an extremely busy pharmacy.
Now granted this isn’t exactly a medieval torture dungeon but I’d almost prefer a spin on the rack over someone sneezing on me. I was writing a book centered on super-viruses at one time and am to this day petrified of microbial assassins. Hemorrhagic fevers are seriously uncool.
Never got around to giving a title. It was written earlier this week, April 24, 2018.
Encased in a mass frenetic
Draws out my dark side splenetic
Crowded comfort can never be
Retreating to the mind won’t free
Choke back escaping acid thoughts
One at a time restrained and caught
Little virtue can anger bring
To panic I refuse to cling
Deep breath in, hold, and then release
Manufacture one shred of peace.
For the record I called ahead to see if the prescription was ready and they said yes. LIES!
Obviously I made the poem a tad more dramatic, just seemed more fun that way. I WAS super grouchy that day though with a headache and hanging out with a bunch of sick people, several of whom seemed quite invested in communicating their life stories to me, didn’t especially help.
Point of order, yes, I am beyond blessed that this is what is considered as a hardship in my life. I try never to forget that.
Joy to the World! (not the song, just the sentiment)
-Alex Blaikie
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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
You are very good at describing things with such vivid detail. So much wow in one post. Good job!
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Thank you! I had an unusually hard time getting it down today so I’m extra happy you enjoyed it!
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The emotions and descriptions in this piece were captured really well! Favorite line: “Little virtue can anger bring…” Said so much!
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Thank you:)
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I share your pharmacy sentiments!
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You are a gifted wordsmith!
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You are too kind:)
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Had the unfortunate experience of going to the hospital last week. Absolutely hated it. I feel like it’s one of the worse places on earth, just so much pain and death.
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Spend a lot of time hanging about medical cocoons with my mum, so know where you are coming from.
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Well written. Thanks for choosing to follow what I write. I appreciate it.
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Here is a gentler allegory with the same name: https://theescritorium.wordpress.com/2016/09/27/the-white-room-part-i/
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Lovely. Thanks for noticing typo on post. I swear I prof these things!:)
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Hahaha, (Presuming that’s deliberate.) No problem. Amazing how detail oriented you can get if noticing details is incentivised by money.
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PS – There’s more than one part to it, the fiction, if you’re interested.
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Oh how I hate hospitals! Awesome writing here.
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