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  Poisoned Blood
by andrea coltman
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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Poisoned Blood

 

It clings to me like a second skin, inducing pain

Like a pair of rain sodden jeans I want to dispense

Slowly it seeps through to my tissues

And to my muscles, piercing my veins

 

As it absorbs into my blood, my red and white cells

Do battle as it starts to filter through my body

My heart races, pulse increases: blood pressure drops

And tears in my eyes start to surge and well

 

Aching muscles and joints, I start to shiver and shake

Rigours have uncontrollable effects, so cold; I feel so cold

I reach for another layer of clothes, I feel weak; so tired

I try to sleep it off through a total body quake

 

Another layer of clothes, more bed clothes I struggle with

Tears I have fought that now purge and pelt down my face

I feel nauseous; I resign myself to retching and vomiting

I am its prisoner from now on; I have no choice herewith

 

My core temperature increases rapidly I battle

Between a semi-conscious and awareness state

 

I’m on a hospital trolley; a doctor pierces my skin

With a needle and draws up infected blood

An intravenous drip allows fluids to drip in

A race against time; but what will win?

 

E.C.G’s scans, x-rays and several lumbar punctures

I have little notion of tests nor time

As I sleep unaware whether I’m alive or dead

A fine line is balanced at this juncture

 

Six days later and I start to wake from

A clouded and foggy, dream-like state

Septicaemia has once more taken me to

The brink and back again; a veritable time bomb

 

It was my enemy; not my friend

I thank God that this wasn’t the end

 

© Andrea Coltman

 

 

 

 


 

 




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Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 3/29/2005
Andrea,

Definitively profound ... an outstanding write!!


Best wishes,

Robert
Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson 3/26/2005
vivid descriptive picture of illness taking over

wish you the best
heart felt prayers
Reviewed by Phillip William Allen 3/24/2005
Fight on
Reviewed by Handsum Hart 3/23/2005
A very strong write Andrea. Hang in there and get well.

Best wishes
Ronald
Reviewed by jude forese 3/23/2005
keep up with the antibiotic therapy and be well soon ...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 3/23/2005
You are the bravest of the brave. And a lovely lady too.
I had a lumbar puncture. They had to knock me out..
You are a fighter. And a gentle lady..
Meeting you was a privilege I will never forget..
Keep that winning smile..
Reviewed by Dale Clark 3/23/2005
Andrea-I'm so sorry you had to go through that.
I know what it's like to face the grim reaper
in a hospital although my ordeal didn't sound
quite as bad. It wasn't good though and I can't
stand hospitals and my wife works in one. So go
figure...You've captured the pain and suffering.
So glad you're alright!!!
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 3/23/2005
Oh Andrea....tears...big hugs my dear friend!!

I truly hope you will be better now!!

Love and prayers to you my friend!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 3/23/2005
You have effectively conveyed something that most of us cannot comprehend, Andrea. I wish you love, peace, and strength. Regis
Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/23/2005
Wow! Andrea you wrote this so well I'm shivering as I read it! I sure hope you have overcome this terrible illness. My thoughts and prayers continue to be with you!Superb poem!

etw
Reviewed by Henry Stevens 3/23/2005
Andrea, A powerfull description. I wish you strength and wellness. Henry
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 3/23/2005
A truly pain-filled and harrowing piece, Andrea. And I echo Sandie and Mary in truly hoping and praying that you're feeling better, and that better days are ahead.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 3/23/2005
A well-described piece with good choice of words. Glad you're back.

Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
Reviewed by Mary Quire 3/23/2005
Very well done. My mother is battling cancer right now and with every chemo treatment she fights septicaemia. I'm glad you're feeling better.

Best wishes,
M.Rose

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