If you’re expecting a gag punchline then I’m afraid you’re out of luck. One of the reasons I’ve been a little absent has been a week of pain, not the searing sort, but the uncomfortable sort. And it arrived just in time for some paid work that required me sitting at a desk for prolonged periods …
Anyway, back to the doctor this afternoon (I’ve seen more of him in the last 3 months than I have in the last 3 years). He has his suspicions and I have a docket for an ultrasound. If that proves inconclusive I have a second docket for something a bit more complicated, but let’s not talk about that yet.
at the risk
of a relapse…
– Christopher Patchel, The Heron’s Nest XVI:4 (2014)
My doctor told me a terrible story about someone (with what he thinks I have) who almost died! And then said that wouldn’t happen to me because I was sensible – a very heavy responsibility, given I tend to think things will be “all right” and generally only realise how sick I’ve been afterwards. What’s normal, again?
paper-bark daphne –
my fever breaks
under a crimson quilt
– Sandra Simpson, A Hundred Gourds, 2.1 (2012)
Fortunately, my doctor is a good diagnostician. He listens and he thinks and he’s not afraid to poke and prod. But he seemed a little flat this afternoon, not his usual bouncy self, so I asked if he was all right. “Yes, yes,” he said, “I’m just a little distracted because there’s someone in the corridor having a heart attack.
“Do you want to go?,” I asked (thinking I’d just been sitting there with three people and none of them appeared to be doing that). “It’s okay,” and he grinned a bit. “She’ll be fine.”
sunlight through leaves
the nurse in search
of a vein
– Alison Williams, A Hundred Gourds 4.1 (2014)
when I am unwell
how small life becomes –
pink cherry blossoms
– Kirsten Cliff, Pulse, voices from the heart of medicine (April, 2014)