Sep 13
Arduous and exhausting…
I am now 4 poems behind in the 30 Poems project but I have had a couple of long days. On Monday night I went to bed at my usual time; around 2am. At 3am I was woken up because someone needed my help. I crawled back into bed around 7am for half an hour’s sleep before my usual morning routine and then got Cas and myself prepared for a visit to the ER.
I know I said recently that I like waiting rooms but the ER is an entirely different kettle of fish. It is always an awful environment, with the misery and frustration vibrating through the room even more unpleasant than the florescent lights.
We arrived at 11:30am, spent 5 hours in the waiting room, waited another hour and a half in the ER for a bed before waiting 2 hours for blood results which needed to be retested as there was a lab error. At 8pm someone else took over my hand-holding role so that I could get Cas back home to bed.
Today there was an ultrasound appointment at 3:30pm before returning to the ER to get a clinical decision. That involved 6 hours in the waiting room, more time waiting for the doctor and more time waiting for the specialist before we finally arrived home at 12:30am.
If I wasn’t so drained, there are many things I could write now: Sketches of the other people waiting (some sympathetic and some angry), appreciation for the staff (each and every one was wonderful), descriptions of the drama within the ER (the teenage car accident victims, and, yes, the guy that pulled a knife) but I just don’t have it in me.
Healthwise, my friend is fine. There are just some… er… let’s say, women’s issues that have to be dealt with but there is no danger and no long term worries. We have tomorrow off before it’s back to the hospital on Friday for more waiting, and then a procedure, and then it’s done.
But this post is just to say I’ll be keeping you waiting a little bit longer. Hopefully I’ll get some of my catch-up done tomorrow but if I can, I’ll be trying to catch up on some sleep too. My usual services will resume Saturday.
You might have noticed that I used various forms of the word wait several times in this post. That should give you a fair idea of how the last two days have been without me serving it up with saffron.
There is no spice in me right now.
September 13th, 2007 at 11:45 am
Life comes before poetry! (It also comes before saffron.)
September 13th, 2007 at 7:20 pm
My thoughts are with you.
Time is perpetual motion - if only I could be perpetually full of energy!
September 15th, 2007 at 7:11 pm
I would apologise for the delay in responding, although you know I read your comments. But life does come before, well, everything. I appreciated these notes enormously. Thank you.