No man's land, this place I find myself. Hearing strange disembodied voices discuss my prognosis and where I am on the Glasgow Coma Scale: it's not looking good, poor dear ain't long for this world. Such a pity. No response. Posturing -- too young, far, far too young. Sad. Doctors talk about pulling tubes as if I've already d i e d. Nurse gossip competes with monitored beeps, hiss from respiratored lungs: who's screwing who, who bought a new car, who's going on vacation (Europe's nice, they say). Don't give a flip: let's get back to the bidness of living: give me hope, throw me a rope and pull me up out of here, this weird Twilight Zone.
Wow Karla this is amazing thank you for sharing, keep it up and be blessed
God Bless
Michelle~
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on July 18, 2007
I have often heard that people who are in a sort of coma or truama, can hear and understand everything. Doctors and nurses should be careful what they talk about in such cases. Victor
Good write. Too bad there is so much truth to what you write. I love you quips in various lines that make this almost like a conversation taking place on paper without the quotes.
Bed manners should not only apply to lovers.
Hospitals beds are been transformed to a mere parking place for people in need of repair by the mechanics wearing white cassocks and helped by 9 to 5 "I can't wait to get home!"
Meeting a Florence Nightingale by the side of your bed in a city hospital would be like to have two Christmas in December.
Georg
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
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Regis
Scary. WEll written.
love
Kathy
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Doctors and nurses are very cruel
When I was 18 I worked part time in
a hospital....
Your friend,
Ron
God Bless
Michelle~
Love Tinka
George
"...talk about pulling tubes
as if i've already
d i e d. Nurse gossip competes
with monitored beeps, hiss
from respiratored lungs:"
excellent! brava; one of your best! keep em coming, and keep on writing!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, karen lynn. :D
Hospitals beds are been transformed to a mere parking place for people in need of repair by the mechanics wearing white cassocks and helped by 9 to 5 "I can't wait to get home!"
Meeting a Florence Nightingale by the side of your bed in a city hospital would be like to have two Christmas in December.
Georg
me hope, throw me a rope
Very sadly, probably what many poor souls are crying out these days.