Categories poetry Medical Matters Post author By BoardFlak Post date February 15, 2019 4 Comments on Medical Matters Resting in my hospital bed, my prognosis is hard to tell; but I’d be doing good if not for the people making me well. Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInPinterestSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Tags Poetry hospital caretakers doctors nurses here ← In Disco Days → First Daffodil 4 replies on “Medical Matters” I wrote this shortly after I became paralyzed. It is intended with affection for the nurses and doctors who, with the best of intentions, nevertheless regularly disturbed my sleep for pills, treatments, and other necessities. LikeLiked by 1 person Hi Michael I can feel the appreciation in this small verse and thank you for sharing it. my best Wendy LikeLike When I consider that in that first month I literally died twice, and those caregivers rushed to my room and brought me back, I cannot feel anything but deep affection and gratitude for all of them. It turned out that I had fluid under my left lung which was causing the problem; once that was drained, I was all right. LikeLiked by 1 person Sarah, thank you for the clever illustration. Although I am pretty sure none of the syringes were quite that large, a couple of them seemed close! LikeLiked by 1 person Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.