A rare condition, 10 cases since records began.
The pain, the morphine, the tube in my back going into my lung, the sickness from the morphine.
Loved ones wash my body and hair. I’m weak and loosing weight.
The nurses. I love the nurses, they’re kind patient and compassionate.
Mary next to me nearly dies everyday. The priest comes but she always seems to pull through.
The visitors I don’t remember. The wheelchair trips to get fresh air.
The hospital smell, the needles, the blood and the pills. My legs don’t fit on the bed.