This beautiful sculpture called “Journeys” can be found in the entry area of the Stefanie Spielman House in Columbus, Ohio.
Tag: <span>Hospital</span>
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The perfect question, at the ideal time. Exactly four weeks ago, on the night of February 6th to February 7th, I rested in a hospital bed and recovered from surgery.
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Next week about his time, surgery will be over and I assume I will be laying happily and drugged up in a bed in the Cancer hospital. I still have a hard time with the fact that I am a patient in a cancer hospital, but I have learned to appreciate the nurses and doctors and as always, I have adjusted nicely to everything that the universe has thrown in my direction.
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Because it is all right to be in a bad mood there,
slouching along through the underground garage,
riding wordlessly on the elevator with the other customers,
staring at the closed beige doors like a prison wall.
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The young black kid was still parking our car when we reached the 5th floor. He had been so cheerful, so friendly, and very professional. First impressions matter, he had been able to put my mind at ease for a short while.
I got a new app on my phone, a WATER-DRINK-REMINDER, which has as the name states, the sole purpose to remind me to drink more water throughout the day, because I have the tendency to forget the world around me when I work. Including coffee and tea, my Drinking Goal is 128 Oz of water a day =1 Gallon. I have a physical job and sweating during the summer months seems to be a part of my day. Also, I work out and exercise.
This is the apocalypse
A daffodil has poked its head up
from the dirt and opened
sunny arms to bluer skies
yet I am filled with
dark and anxious dread
as theaters close as travel ends and
grocery stores display their empty rows
where toilet paper liquid bleach
and bags of flour stood in upright ranks.
My husband is back home. He got released from the hospital 36 hrs after surgery. Finally, the long wait is over. Fourteen months after his accident, he had reversed shoulder replacement surgery – and all went well.
“I am a patient” I whisper in my head
and I should be treated like one.
Please take care of me
as I lie in this bed
with my insides burning
scared to death of this disease.
My bones ache
I tremble and sweat
and cry staring out the window at the parking garage
where my car is, waiting for me to escape this nightmare.
I wish I could say I’m here because I’m brave
but the truth is I’m trapped here by my body’s rebellion