wait, andrew, wait
My stomach tortures me and won’t stop. Emotions seem to come and go through pain which rips me in half.
Good bye relationship, I think it’s stress.
Good bye work outs, I think it’s lack of time for me.
Good bye basketball, I can barely stand by the time I get off work.
Good bye dreams, I need to focus on consciousness.
And the drug me and lay me on a gurney. After well over a dozen medical tests, it’s come to this. I’m wheeled down a cold hallway with tubes attached to my body, oxygen in my nose, liquid dripping into my veins, monitor attached to my chest, and some clip on my finger. I’m on my side as they give me a colonoscopy.
And although nothing is physically wrong, they see something strange. It looks black to me on the screen and the doctor cuts chunks off it inside me to send in for biopsy.
Biopsy.
Biopsy.
I cringe and more pain medication pumps into my veins. Hours later I wake in my bed in time for dinner. I apparently walked myself to the car and from there to my home and my bed. Could have fooled me.
Today I’m sore, something inside me still hurts and won’t stop. They gave me meds to stop the cramps and took me off the anti-biotics. It’s not an infection, that much they know. Anything else I have to wait.
Wait, Andrew, wait.
It’ll be alright if you just wait.
Good bye relationship, I think it’s stress.
Good bye work outs, I think it’s lack of time for me.
Good bye basketball, I can barely stand by the time I get off work.
Good bye dreams, I need to focus on consciousness.
And the drug me and lay me on a gurney. After well over a dozen medical tests, it’s come to this. I’m wheeled down a cold hallway with tubes attached to my body, oxygen in my nose, liquid dripping into my veins, monitor attached to my chest, and some clip on my finger. I’m on my side as they give me a colonoscopy.
And although nothing is physically wrong, they see something strange. It looks black to me on the screen and the doctor cuts chunks off it inside me to send in for biopsy.
Biopsy.
Biopsy.
I cringe and more pain medication pumps into my veins. Hours later I wake in my bed in time for dinner. I apparently walked myself to the car and from there to my home and my bed. Could have fooled me.
Today I’m sore, something inside me still hurts and won’t stop. They gave me meds to stop the cramps and took me off the anti-biotics. It’s not an infection, that much they know. Anything else I have to wait.
Wait, Andrew, wait.
It’ll be alright if you just wait.