A Flash 55, hosted by the G-man.
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Not the hospital again!
I can’t believe you don’t hear me loud and clear!
I can’t talk, but I can fight you!
Leave me alone! Call my daughter, my son!
Read my file! Look at my directive!
Don’t stick me with that needle! Don’t sedate me!
Don't tie my hands!
Dear God, make it stop!
For all the people in hospitals who are not able to speak for themselves, whose final wishes, written according to law, are ignored, not even read, by hospital staff, and who find no mercy there.
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I can’t believe you don’t hear me loud and clear!
I can’t talk, but I can fight you!
Leave me alone! Call my daughter, my son!
Read my file! Look at my directive!
Don’t stick me with that needle! Don’t sedate me!
Don't tie my hands!
Dear God, make it stop!
For all the people in hospitals who are not able to speak for themselves, whose final wishes, written according to law, are ignored, not even read, by hospital staff, and who find no mercy there.
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17 comments:
Chris...
I assume this is about Mom?
What an ordeal you and you family are going through.
Thank you for taking the time to share your creative talent during these trying days...You Rock!
Try and Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
Powerful words, Chris.
So sorry you're all having to deal with this.
So many times in life I wish the people in charge (this goes for schools as well as hospitals) would read the blasted file!
Having read your post before this, I am amazed you could condense it into 55 words, but a wonderful job of constructing, Thanks!
I used to dream (AND day-dream) that one day I'd lie in a hospital bed in a coma--but could hear everything, still lay there motionless.
helpless, hopeless, friendless--wish to die....
NO! I do NOT feel that way--grin!
Here is MINE
I know what you mean - I hate hospitals too, even visiting.
Sounds worse than prison - hope it never happens to me.
I hear you. With my youngest in and out of hospital for the first two years of her life...hell on earth it was...
Nice 55. I found your blog through G-Man of course.
I feel your rage Chris, and I so so understand! Lots of courage. Hugs and love to you and to your mom.
I read the 55 first, found it quite powerful and frightening. Then I read your previous post "Don't Get Mad; Get Even". My gosh - now I'm speechless.
My heart goes out to you and your family.
whew. knowing the full story from the other day i cant imagine what was going through her mind in the lucid moments...tight 55 chris.
I hope that your dear mother will find comfort and peace soon.
Speaking for your mom the best way you can is truly honoring her wishes.
It will all be ok. My heart goes out to you...
Such a poignant and powerful poem, I identify with your passionate words and echo your beautiful sentiments.
Wow, this is so powerful. It quite brought those old tears to my eyes...and I will remember it as I do my hospice rounds. Especially with those who cannot speak for themselves...and there are so many.
Chris, my thoughts are with you and your family as you go through this terrible time. Hang in there, dear friend. xoxo
Well said, Chris.
down to the pith of the subject!
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