4am and All's Well.

Chest pain, dizziness , out of breath.
Arm pain, nausea, gasp for breath.
An ambulance whisks me from untimely death
and drops me at the nearest a&e.

It's 2am and all’s well

Though sticky pads, slapped here and there,
pinch the skin and pull the hair
from a chest waxed bare
by the pads of previous ecgs.
I lie still, relax, and breath.

It's 4am and all’s well.
I am, as yet, not cathetered

Though machines around me flash and beep
and noisily disturb my sleep,
And leave me groggy and drifting deep
in the wash of broken dreams,
they reassure me i still live.

It's 6am and all’s still well

Some other patients seem much worse.
as they twist and turn and groan and curse
and, fighting, wrestle with the nurse
as she tries to do her stuff
to ease their pain

It's 8am and I am well.
I remain, so far, uncathetered
and my file’s still free from the fateful phrase
‘Nil by mouth’


Hospital. Feb 2017


  • WriteBeLight

    Great job expressing the experience Garry. Hope you are much better now.

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, glad you are on the mend.

  • Michael Edwards

    Its great you came through and inspiration comes all sorts of experiences.

  • Garry

    Amazing what you can do at 4 oclock in the morning.

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • orchidee

    A fine write. yes, glad you are recovering. If it wasn't so serious, one may say: Erm, a bit of a bad night for you then? - under-statement of the year?!

    • Garry

      I've had worse!

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