Wednesday 12th February 2014
Below is the second of four poems I wrote while in hospital. It was written during my first week, after my operation I was unable to think or concentrate to write more, believe me I did try. The first week I was just waiting around for an opening to come for my operation. After my Angiogram I was told I was less urgent and because of the Xmas period they were getting emergency operations. So I had plenty of time, until 30th December, to think and write. I was able to walk about, so I always got dressed and did exactly that, and also spent a lot of time in the day room watching Christmas television. My hardest task was trying not to get too bored, but I lost this battle several times. I was very emotional and my moods up and down rather a lot. Many thoughts went through my head, both good and bad. Very lonely and alone, even with all the smiling and extremely good nurses doing their best, but it is not quite the same. I often felt lost. Below is my poem and a great song to relate to the title, hope you all enjoy. Thank you.
Just Another Bloody Day.
Another hour of another day hits me.
Another surprise with another trauma.
Waiting, making friends with a bed to be.
Tormented and teased and facing a dilemma.
Mental destruction, being pulled many ways.
Never knowing but always realising.
I know now where I am to spend my next few days.
Information absorbed becomes demoralising.
Moved about like a family of nomads,
Amongst many that have no face to show.
Some are mothers waiting, some are hopeful dads,
All that I am told makes me reach an all time low.
Another ward from another room,
Yet again I am moved, turmoil in my head.
I try very hard to avoid thinking of all the gloom,
But this battle I am losing, let it be said.
Another morning followed by another evening,
The orange sun rises smiling all the way.
Across the sky it travels its rays warm and reaching,
Finally gone, I see none of this fabulous day.
Another day ending with another night,
Outstretched arms I try to grab at some life,
I am now so tired, I close my eyes and see the light,
Bright lights and angels, at last no more strife.
Gaa/C Dec 2013.
23rd December 2013 while in hospital. Ward D2 Coronary Care Unit.