Skillfully written. I can feel this. It makes me very emotional.
I’m all alone.
Day – night seem the same. I’m always engulfed by a sharp, white light.
I still haven’t warmed up to this hospital bed.
Home is a distant memory. One I dream about with my eyes open and closed. It seems cheerier than I knew it to be. Maybe time has blurred the sadness. Perhaps my present is bleaker.
I’ve not breathed on my own in days. It could be weeks before I can. Or I just might not survive this. Hence, no breathing required.
The nurses, their kind faces, drift in and out like a haze. They check my vitals, note down readings, ensure the tubes are in place. A needly prick here and there, reassuring pats, supportive words.
It could be my imagination, but it often feels like I’m not here.
The doctors come and go, adjusting and readjusting my medicines. Their latex fingers upon my…
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