Aug 02, 2006 22:47
the other night i sat in the hospital ER
with my head feeling like jello
raspberry jello , cause that's my favourite
turning 90 degrees to my left sat a robust lady with
red lesions all over her body, and the temperament of her eyes masked by mirrored sunglasses
i believe she was sleeping , which was noticeable by, the endless spit falling down the declivities of her chin
i simply rotate, the new friendship bracelet with my name and date of birth on it.
brian thomas jefferson
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@$@!@$@#$ and a social security number i don't feel like sharing
7/26/1900
no i'm not 106 but i felt the gaze of a lady closer to that age upon me
she asked what i was there for and i told her
she said she was 92 and her lungs we're filled with fluid
i stared at the mechanical sundial on the wall
and continued to
wait like a hopeless child until my name is uttered by the bearded medicine man
i felt infinitesimal amongst these other people
other people with real problems
other people who needed help more than i
i was there for just a simple MRI
hours later
i sat on a bed and watched a doctor show pictures of my brain
i was free to go
my disoriented walking was due to the medicine
i had taken earlier
but for once i feel my problems are insignificant