Wasn’t quite the way we planned, an early Friday
Doctor Clinic trip to complete things commenced
Monday & we’d have a clear weekend - although
it didn’t work out as so; by 11:00 am, she’s in an
ambulance and off to Hospital for an angiogram -
No point arguing, I’m handed the keys, told we’re
going to be at beck & call of the Cardiac Ward 2E
in Nambour Hospital - possibly she’ll overnight; if
rest & recovery’s opted, maybe staying the whole
weekend - with repatriation probably on Monday
We correspond by SMS; for an elderly couple of
novice smart phone usage, we actually manage
to understand and get msgs sent & received - &
can see what things will need to be effected; so
now its up to me to deliver the pink pyjamas,
Toothbrush & paste, book, smart phone charger,
undies and a lilac dressing gown at visiting hour
commencement on Saturday - well, that’s set up
my weekend neatly, nice road trip tomorrow that
will consume most of a day, but I’ll see sweetie
And know she’s in competent hands; yet it bugs
a bit to be expected to put up with the rigmarole
that reeks of contingencies way ever beyond an
understanding we could reach easily, except by
subjection to those dour austerities blithely
Generated by medical professionals speaking in
tongues quoting worst cases; well, I cannot miss
any more sleep - missing my lady is punishment
enough without slipping into the pseudo-coma’s
deep embrace of a premised unlikely Nirvana
© 12 August 2016,I. D. Carswell
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