Not quite obtunded,
I lie in bed.
Voices swirl, commands are shouted.
I move only to appease
My body betrays my heart.
I'm choking
Stridor ringing in the room.
Air won't enter my lungs.
My eyes beg, please
Sedate and paralyze, then intubate me
Pale, mottled, pulseless peripherally
An internal bleed saps my strength
Unnoticed, unmentioned
Clots form, just keeping me intact
Fear racks my body, shivers up my
spine, whispers in my mind.
In any of life's traumas
The first priority -
Treat the greatest threat.
By Karen Dewey
12/3/14
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