Self Pity in St Michaels…
Here…let me take some blood…(again)
It’s just a tiny little sting. I turn away
and look towards the missing moon.
It’s hidden as it always is by day.
Here…let me test your heart…(again)
It’s beating anyway.
It goes …boom booody boom…it’s
on a even keel…no need for worry there.
Those lungs are breathing well..(again)
The stethoscope and X-rays both concur.
It’s taken them a while to heal…
but they are getting there.
But now….those numb and tingling pins?
Those legs and feet ..do not belong.
I feel as though I am Pinoccio..
That little puppet with the wooden limbs.
Today I face an most unpleasant grim…
A Lumber Puncture…needle in
to draw out spinal liquid…painful screams
at just the thought of it !
And after that…or maybe it’s before,
an MRSI scan of the spinal cord…
It seems now such a time ago…
that I was walking by the sea…
In Avondale…amongst the autumn leaves…
…since I was truly well….
KB…6.50 am Sat. Jan.20th 2018.